Jan 16, 2006 07:36
Cordelia wanted to talk to me, and I finally gave in. I had the feeling that Makayla wouldn't be around once we were done and I didn't like that feeling. I didn't understand why she would run away back to the streets. I know what it's like to live on the streets. This home is far better. But it's her decision.
My mind was clouded as I went to talk to Cordelia. So much so I couldn't concentrate. Between the grandkids and Makayala, our small talk just stayed small talk. I told her we'd talk seriously tomorrow. I went to see my grandkids, those cute, adorable babies when they're not screaming for mommy. They got my mind off of Makayla for awhile, and I felt better when I went to rest for a few hours.
I promised Cordelia a serious talk, so that's what I'm doing, the next day in the same room we met in last night, no less. And there was also more small talk, like last night. This time, however, I was going to focus on her so that we could actually have a real talk.
"Okay, enough with the small talk. I could go on about the babies all day. But that's not why we're here. So, what is it that you need me to talk about?"
[Open to Cordelia]