Jada gave me that look you give a child when they are
mad that gravity exists.
Jada: “Tiĉany, that should be how it works. And it
would be great if it was true. But it’s not how
Hollywood works. You need to start wearing makeup.
You’re a pretty girl, you need to let yourself look that
way.”Tiffany: “Okay, well when we get closer to the
premiere of the movie, I’ll start wearing makeup, I
promise. And it’ll be good makeup too, not the stuĉ I
buy from the pharmacy.”She laughed at that, too.Daddy
My father just died on May 13, 2017.
I’m looking at him right now, his cremated remains, as I
write this. He’s in a priority mail box, sitting on my dresser.
He didn’t want me at the hospital or anything. When he
visited me in LA, he went to the hospital. He told the
doctors not to tell me anything that’s going on with him. I
know that he had congestive heart failure, but he wouldn’t
tell me anything else.
Tiffany: “Dad, well, if you don’t let them tell me, what
do you want me to do? What if you die?”