Eddie Sarafian:
Ugh. But no school? Sounds sweet hahaaha enjoy!
Jane Marlow:
Not really. It sucks
But my doctors say I should be OK in a few months
Eddie Sarafian:
Shit I feel awful.. Cannot tell you how sorry god
Jane Marlow:
Not your fault that I’m clumsy
Eddie Sarafian:
Glad you say that..
Bc if you could keep itt on downlow abt us kicking it
I dotn want the big dog hating me if you havnt told him
Jane Marlow:
Why would I?
???
Eddie Sarafian:
Cool you are the sweetest best best best
Hey I might be drivin down to LA in the fall
Musikbiz stuff
Wanna meet up? Just you and me…
Track [2] “Dreaming”/Blondie
Jane
Now
All I’d wanted was forthem to like each other. Leo Marlow and Eddie Sarafian, aka Dad and Boyfriend. The two most important men in my life. But after a disastrous introduction, my father now stood at the side of the private airport’s tarmac, brooding like the Hulk near our employer’s 1965 Fintail Mercedes. Dad wasnotimpressed by my S.O. “Like” was out the window. We weren’t even at ambivalence. Oh no: this was contempt with a side of I-dream-of-your-death.
Dad held Frida’s leash for me, and she was whining, trying to break free.
My father. The dog. Me. Eddie. No one on this airstrip was happy.
I gave Dad a signal:Just a little longer.Eddie was about to fly overseas with a couple of entertainment lawyers, and this catastrophic meeting was affecting more than my heart. It was affecting my brain. Literally.
“Hey, I’ve got to take this call. Yoo-hoo,” Eddie said to me,whistling as wind blew across the tarmac. “Ground control to space cadet. Baby?” He gave me a pitying look.
“Take the call,” I insisted as he held up his phone. Honestly, it was a relief to have him walk away for a second. I needed a break to catch up. Words unraveled at the tails of his sentences, and I was having trouble concentrating on what he was telling me. The part of my brain that was injured in the accident was agitated about all this stress.
