The knock at the door made her jump guiltily. (Oh, get a grip, Sam. You weren’t doing anything wrong) she reminded herself. Of course, opening the door to see her mother standing there only made her blush deepen.

"Mom?" she said surprised. Jane sighed as she looked at her daughter.

"Samantha," she greeted her. (Uh-oh, Mom only calls me `Samantha’ when I’m in trouble) Sam automatically went on the defensive.

"What do you want, Mom?" she asked curtly. Jane still hadn’t entered the room.

"The Honeymoon Suite?" Jane asked sarcastically. Sam rolled her eyes.

"Nic got us the room, Mom. Now what do you want? You’re obviously not here to ask us to come home so why are you darkening my doorstep?" She hated arguing with her mother but she wasn’t going to let her hurt her anymore than she already had.

"Nicole? I wondered how you were paying for this," Jane commented. "I’m here because I do want to work this out, Sam," she explained, her voice losing its contemptuous edge. Sam eyed her mother suspiciously.

"How do you intend to do that when you won’t even listen?" Sam asked impatiently. "Nothing is going to change no matter what you say."

"I want to understand, Sam," Jane said plainly. "And I think the only way I can do that is if we were to go to therapy together." Sam let out a short laugh.

"I don’t believe it, Nic called it," she scoffed leaving her mother confused. She turned back to her mother. "Therapy? You think talking to a shrink can `fix’ this?"

"Sam, I think it’d be a good idea for all of us," Jane told her.

"I’m not broken, Mom. No amount of talking is going to rearrange my sexual preference."

"Sam," Jane said plaintively. "Please at least think about it. I’m trying to understand."

"What about Mike?"

"He wants Brooke to go to therapy too. This is to be a group effort," Jane explained. Sam laughed again.

"Oh for God’s sake!" she uttered in disbelief. "That’s really pathetic, you know it? You two can’t talk to us yourselves so you’re going to pay someone else 200 dollars an hour to do it for you. That’s really sad." Jane threw her hands in the air in frustation.