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Subject: Re: Back in La La Land

OK, here’s some “mom shit” for you. Miles busted his head open on the coffee table last night and we spent five hours in the ER waiting for him to get stitches. That was my wild Friday night. He couldn’t even explain how it happened, but it clearly involved some sort of jumping off the couch action with his friend. Anyway, Drew had to stay home with the kid so his parents could come pick him up while I rushed Miles to the hospital. I’d be mad at him for getting blood all over my living room rug and car, but the poor little guy is so pitiful with his bandaged head that I’ve been letting him watch TV and eat cookies all day. I’m a sucker.

Your production work sounds exciting! I’d occasionally get to pop into the studio every now and again for the label I used to work with, and it always sent me back in time. Like it was 1988 all over again. Fuck, I guess I really do miss it. But I don’t know…I’ve been out of the business for so long, and with me doing the majority of the stuff for the kids, I’m not sure it makes sense. But speaking of work, don’t let your own stuff fall too far by the wayside. I read thatRolling Stonearticle. I know you’ve got ideas for a new album. The world is just waiting to hear it. :)

From: Eric S

To: Eva Mitchell

Date: January 3, 2009 11:23PM

Subject: Re: Back in La La Land

Just now getting this. I’d text you, but I’m sure you’re asleep. Is Miles OK? Let me know how he’s doing.

From: Eva Mitchell

To: Eric S

Date: January 4, 2009 8:54AM

Subject: Re: Back in La La Land

Miles is fine. In fact, I just caught him trying to jump off the couch again.

Boys. Why.

Thanks for checking on him. And good luck tomorrow with the opening of the center. You’re gonna change so many lives, Eric.

SIXTY

Eva

February 2009

“Drew! Miles! Your mom’s here!” Aaron closed the door behind me as I stepped into the house.

“Hang on, we gotta finish this game,” Drew called from upstairs.

Aaron looked at me and raised his eyebrows.

“That’s fine,” I said, walking into the living room from the foyer.

“Do you, uh…do you want anything to drink?” he asked, motioning for me to have a seat.

“No, thanks.” My phone vibrated, and I perched on the edge of the couch before retrieving it.

Eric:A picture of the Sunset palms to make you smile.

The corners of my mouth twitched as my fingers moved over the keyboard.

Me:TY. Need a smile. Picking boys up from Aaron’s. Ugh. To Aaron, not boys.

Eric:Major ugh. Abort mission. Come to LA immediately.

I chuckled and sent back a wink.

“What’s so funny?” Aaron asked, sitting in the chair across from me.

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