Question: How do we navigate minefield called love. Find a mate,
Sally Brown, Case no. 8686, June 1st, 2021, 8PM. arrested for creating a public nusicence. And trespassing, in the Stanton Hotel lobby. Injuries to face and body noted. Arestee has no explanation.
“What the hell is this Sally?” was her father’s opening remarks, as he led her out of the police station. “and who the hell did this to you?”
“Nobody, uh, I don’t know Daddy.” Was Sally’s guarded response.
“You damn well do know, and so do I. It was that creep boyfriend of yours and why were you arrested and not him? That’s what I want to know.”
Sally was mute on the subject. The ride home was in a deafening silence.
“Maybe your mother can talk some sense into you.” was ‘Daddy’s last comment as they entered the large home on Fairmount Drive.
The Brown’s were well-off to say the least. They had lived on Fairmount, in a mansion, to be really accurate. Daddy, was Doctor Ralph Brown, Chair of surgery at Memorial Hospital. Mother, was a society maven, sitting on no less than three non-profit boards, and responsible for most of the flashy fundraiser’s Memorial Hospital hosted twice annually. She was frequently in the papers. The family was noted for their small town wealth….
DrB.20230821.Teenage girl in a jail cell, ToPost
Love, essential tactic, Praise
Four Cores
Need, connection
Value, love to hate
Emotion
Event. proof of love
Question: How do we navigate minefield called love. Find a mate,
Sally Brown, Case no. 8686, June 1st, 2021, 8PM. arrested for creating a public nusicence. And trespassing, in the Stanton Hotel lobby. Injuries to face and body noted. Arestee has no explanation.
“What the hell is this Sally?” was her father’s opening remarks, as he led her out of the police station. “and who the hell did this to you?”
“Nobody, uh, I don’t know Daddy.” Was Sally’s guarded response.
“You damn well do know, and so do I. It was that creep boyfriend of yours and why were you arrested and not him? That’s what I want to know.”
Sally was mute on the subject. The ride home was in a deafening silence.
“Maybe your mother can talk some sense into you.” was ‘Daddy’s last comment as they entered the large home on Fairmount Drive.
The Brown’s were well-off to say the least. They had lived on Fairmount, in a mansion, to be really accurate. Daddy, was Doctor Ralph Brown, Chair of surgery at Memorial Hospital. Mother, was a society maven, sitting on no less than three non-profit boards, and responsible for most of the flashy fundraiser’s Memorial Hospital hosted twice annually. She was frequently in the papers. The family was noted for their small town wealth….
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…..Ten minutes worth… more to follow. Find it here: https://drbobnewport.substack.com/publish/posts
My little story changed after this session. I hope you check it out on Stories of the Eight Winds on Substack.