She kept quiet for a while. "You're wrong about me wanting to see you. But you are right about something..."
She paused for a minute.
"I am not here because I want to see you"...
"So why are you here?" I asked joining her on the bed.
"Well, I was basically living in the jail of a home in Los Angeles. I could barely breathe in peace. That motherfucker wouldn't even let me step out of the house.
"It became miserable when his divorce with my mom was finalized. It was just suffocating. So when I heard him talking to your mom over the phone one day, I got this great idea", she said.
"They are still in contact?" I asked but then realized how stupid the question was but by then she had answered.
"I guess, yeah. But I don't think they plan on getting together. Although I would love it if they did. Your mom is pretty cool and it would be great if she could live with us, the only problem is that asshole"
"No fucking way! I am not living with you guys in Los Angeles", I said.
