The girls fluff pillows and cover me in blankets. It is good to have friends. They say they will be back in a few hours after getting all their things ready.
I try to rest. I was glad now I could cry. I have only cried in front of Bruce. I think about all the secrets he told me and laugh. He never had to grow cold, alone and hungry. He was never neglected and abused. He didn't even have a cat or a dog. He was the typical brat who lived the spoiled rich kid's life. He lives in his parent's beautiful mansion. He bought himself whatever he wanted. He drives fancy cars, eats only at the most expensive restaurants and mingles with all the Richie riches. Really he gave into greed long ago. He just chooses to think he didn't. It makes his conscience feel better. He admits playing around with tons of women. He calls himself a "playboy." That now I agree. He likes to be seen with beautiful models. It helps his ego. He's not getting any younger.
Soon he will be the Clooney that never will tie the knot. He can't commit as that would require the buffet trough to change to just one healthy and hearty plate. No, he is not the man I had thought. He still doesn't even know how to wash and iron his own clothes. He's a baby. He disgusts me.
To further my disgust I turned on the TV. There he was parading around with all his friends high-fiving him and cheering him walking by with another random girl. His clothes made me laugh. He had no sense of style. He only wore what cost the most not what wore the best. I thought he looked like a train wreck.
He was hosting the benefit for the grand opening of the Gotham Community Center that he actually credited the idea of to me. "Like he knows what kind of hard lives they have!" I spat.
"He sleeps in designer linens" "He's never slept a night in the dirt and the cold!" I point to the screen"His hands are baby-smooth from salon manicures!"I laugh.
The chairperson announces his name at the podium.
"This should get interesting" I say as I click the remote to animal planet and snuggle with Isis.