When we went into mom's room she was seated on the bed, staring down at the floor, with almost no expression on her face.
Her eyes were red and glassy, and her face was puffy.
"Mom..."
She didn't answer me.
"I'm sorry you saw that. I...um we didn't mean..."
"YOU'RE SORRY I SAW THAT? You're sorry I saw that. Not that you're sorry for doing... you're sorry because I saw that?"
She raised her voice, but not from anger. More from disbelief and shock, I think.
"No, I.."
Then, Danielle interrupted,
"Yes mom. We are sorry that you saw that, But not that we did it. Anne and I love each other. We're sorry we didn't tell you, but, well we didn't know how...or if we should."
"WHAT ARE YOU SAYING? Do you realize what you were doing? You were... You know what you were doing. I can't believe
