Re: Call: Misha/Damian
I know. I remember what you told Father. I will not forget that it is more a struggle for you than me. [A smile that comes out bright.] No. Would you have me be? [Less bright, skipping the first part.] He gets fussed if he is already otherwise under stress. I thought perhaps Father sent him, since he advocated surveillance of me. [He hugs himself as he walks, the phone pinned between ear and shoulder, inside hood.] Everything he says is a lecture. [He rubs his nose briefly with his sleeve, then lights a cigarette so he will refrain. Still, he returns one arm around himself.] But you worry I might another, more. [He finally inhales.]