A Song for You by Robyn Crawford

Author:Robyn Crawford
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Published: 2019-11-11T16:00:00+00:00

One morning in London, I got a call from Joy, one of Whitney’s dancers, inviting me out for a day of sightseeing. I love London, especially the parks, and it was an absolutely gorgeous sunny day, so I accepted. It wasn’t an issue if anyone in the executive crew spent time with someone in the band or crew—unless that person was me, as it turned out.

I hadn’t seen Whitney for at least a day and could imagine what she and Michael had been doing. I checked in with Silvia, who confirmed that Whitney was catching up on some much-needed sleep, and I told her that I was going out. Then I hit the town with Joy. She was tall, with curly, long bushy hair and fair skin—attractive. I didn’t know her well, having spent time around her only during rehearsals, but I thought she was cool.

I was glad to be out and about for most of the day, but when I returned to the hotel, I learned that all hell had broken loose while I was gone. It turned out that Silvia had decided to go out and grab a bite with one of the crew. She’d taken her walkie-talkie but didn’t realize it wouldn’t work once she got out of range. When Nippy awakened and realized everyone was gone, she was pissed. Enter Big Cuda, to the rescue!

For years, I’d tried to accept Cissy and follow Whitney’s advice: “You know how my mother is. You have to ignore her.” So I never took her attacks personally. That is, until that day.

I was standing in the bedroom of Nip’s Four Seasons suite, between the television and the bed, and Nip was standing off to the side, crying. Big Cuda walked up to me, about half an arm’s length away, berating me as though I was somehow responsible for her daughter’s unhappiness.

“What do you think you’re doing going off like that? You should be where she can find you. Do you know what you’re supposed to be doing? You’re working!”

I snapped and told Cissy, “I don’t have to listen to this. You should save this talk for your children,” then I made the mistake of attempting to step past her and walk away. She went to grab me but was so angry and unfocused that her hands snatched at my clothing, like a cat in a fight. When I turned back, she slapped me across the face. Nippy screamed, “No, Mommy, stop!” and she did.

Later that day, I went to talk to Carol, and with my luck found her doing Cissy’s hair. Carol gave me a sympathetic look, periodically shaking her head as she continued working.

“You all right, Robyn?” Cissy asked, breaking the thick silence.

“Yeah,” I answered. “I got a few scratches, but I’m fine.” This was the closest thing to an apology I would ever get from her. But I knew she was sorry.

That evening I would find out that Nippy had been feeling weak and alone. And when I told her about my day, she asked, “Did you sleep with her? Don’t lie to me.

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