Tiffany Call
Twisted Rogues member since 9/15/13
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Yeah, yeah, yeah... I am (THAT) Tiffany Call. You've all heard the rumors and are just itching to know what's true, what's not. [Gestures with my open hand as I lean forward, propping my elbow on my crossed knee.] How about I just put it out there as it is, hmm?
I grew up on the Res as the only girl, and youngest, in a family of seven and learned to take care of myself, courtesy of my brothers. All of them served in the armed forces and were deployed and relocated elsewhere. Street smarts, baby. [The corner of my mouth pulls up in a smirk as a slender finger taps my temple, my eye winks simultaneously.] That's how a girl survives. Either that or relying on men for any and every thing. There's only one thing that this girl relies on a man for. I suppose that's where y'all got the fuel for the rumors. I have raised my handsome young man as a single-mother his entire life. Why? Well, to be quite blunt about it, the paternity of my son could be any number of people... There was a small amount of time when I aided my dear friend Billy in the mourning of his late, young wife Sara shortly after their Jacob was born. [Smiles softly as I pause, leaning back in to my chair with my hands folded over my knee.] And of course there was a bit of fun had with Levi Lahote, keeping his bed warm while his wife tended to their toddler boy, Paul. Ohh, he was a handful and a half. A firm hand, at that. You know what I mean? [Laughing lightly to myself I get lost in my reverie of that particular relationship... A few moments pass before I return to reality and remember I am mid-story] Oh right. [Ticks off names on my fingers as I recall who I've already mentioned] Billy, Levi, Joshua. [Wags my finger knowingly and nods] Yes, that is the one I haven't yet mentioned, one Mr. Joshua Uley. He was the only one that wasn't an actual relationship and not an "other woman" type of fling. But, ugh. [Waves my hand with a flick of my wrist, rolling my eyes in turn] None of that matters. What does matter? I've got one hell of a son in my Embry. |