Come What May, Pt. 89
We leave Copenhagen, Denmark early October 17th, and we are in Berlin, Germany a few hours later. One of the first things that I do when we get there is to call my mother. “Dream! How nice to hear your voice!â? she exclaims when I call. “Mother, I’m having a ball. We went to an award show the other night.â?
“Oh Dream, I already know. It’s been all over the news here. I saw a picture of you and your boyfriend. You two looked great together. That dress, Dream… that dress was gorgeous on you. I almost cried when I saw how you looked. You two looked so nice together.â? “Thank you motherâ?, I reply. “By any chance, have you seen the video yet?”
“The one with you in it?â? she says excitedly, barely letting me finish my question. “Yes!! What a wonderful video, and that song is wonderful. Dream, your boyfriend is beautiful. He’s perfect.â? “Thanks momâ?, I reply. “He looks like an angel himselfâ?, she adds. I pause. “Peter? Like an angel?â? I ask.