Fuck! I’ve just spoken to Rick de Brant and Tom is in a very bad way. Critical and unstable. He’s rallied and stabilised, and rallied and stabilised, and has been deteriorating again this afternoon.
I didn’t want to say anything to anybody. Rick told me how bad it was, but he didn’t, necessarily want me to tell everyone every detail. He’s a cool man, Tom's dad.
I sat quietly and watched television, Grey’s Anatomy & Third Watch, not really concentrating, just watching to take my mind off Tom, not that it really did.
It was late on the couch and Tim and Nicholas had gone to bed. I got to thinking about me not wanting to tell anyone and then I thought about Tom and how he would evoke good energy toward me, if the situation was reversed, so I got to texting. I called on the most powerful females I know. While the men stress, the girls heal.
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