La Dulce Vida - Da Soul Hip Blog Queen - At the Central Library

"If you're nice to them, they give you extra time", and it was only when I was typing a message to the Prisoner Locating Service (no information can be given over the phone) wondering whether I should sound aggressive on Babyfather's behalf, that I realised that Dani meant the people at the internet cafe - not the prison guardians.

Now I have to wait ten working days to know whether Babyfather will give his consent or not. If he's locked up, that is. I may be wrong - my logic has failed me before, but I think I'll get some answers regardless, because either

- he will consent and I get to see him.
- he will not consent and no information will be given to me. At least I'll know where he is.
- they have no record of Babyfather and I will have to rule out my favourite theory.

Distance makes heart grow fonder, but so does a court sentence, I think. Right now I'm missing Babyfather so much that if he only comes back, I'm willing to play the 1950s and answer to his "I'm home, honey!" in high heels, with a freshly baked cake and slippers that I've warmed for him between my manicured hands. If he only came back.