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March 28, 2008 Frances Friday: Nightmares 
The clock read just after seven when I heard the distinctly loud pat-pat-pat of Frances's bare feet near my bedroom door. "Mommy?" Her hair was its typical early-morning rats' nest of dark blond tangles in the back like the worst of mid-eighties teasing. "Good morning, sweetie." "I had a bad dream!" Her voice shook and she climbed up beside me, tears dripping off her cheeks. "Oh." I got her a kleenex and she settled in on the baby mole while I tucked her under the sheet. Enough sunlight cracked through the spaces around the edge of the blind to brighten the room; soon it would be time to get up and ready for school, but we had a few minutes yet. "What happened?" "I was talking to Daddy on the phone," she said, still crying. "Then he said bye, and hung up. And then I cried." And then she did. Posted by Andrea at March 28, 2008 7:41 AM under Frances Friday EMAIL this entry (comments fields are below this section) Comments Oh how sad!! Poor baby! Posted by: Mary at March 28, 2008 7:35 AM
:*( Posted by: LauraJ at March 28, 2008 8:21 AM
Oh that's rough. Posted by: Julie Pippert at March 28, 2008 12:02 PM
Oh no...heartbreaking. Posted by: Freakazojd at March 28, 2008 3:29 PM
oh, little Frances. you are grieving, and it is good and normal and a sign that you're clued in intellectually and emotionally...but man, it's got to be breaking your heart and your mom's. Posted by: Bon at March 28, 2008 8:52 PM
heartwrenching. Posted by: purple_kangaroo at March 29, 2008 5:51 PM
Ouch. For both of you. Posted by: Major Bedhead at March 29, 2008 7:39 PM
Big hugs to you and your sweet girl. Posted by: Liz at March 29, 2008 11:31 PM
Poor kid! I recall she had another bad dream about her father being angry at her. Divorce is rough on everybody but it beats the alternative. Posted by: Jill at March 30, 2008 11:41 PM
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