Helena (closing her eyes): Mummy it’s not what you think…

Peggy (smirking): You mean you weren’t in here having a threesome…

Helena (guilty): No, well it isn’t like that.

Peggy (laughing): Well then you aren’t doing something right. When you get yourselves dressed, tea is ready (shutting the door.)

Helena (sighing): I swear…

Tina (reaching for her arm): She’s not mad…

Bette (fixing her shirt): More amused.  

Kitchen
Peggy stood in the kitchen, balanced between the walker and the counter. Laughing and sipping her tea she thought of the vast absurdness of propriety and if they chose to ignore it they could bring several standing stereotypes to its knees. Looking up as they entered, sheepish, off balance and she chuckled once again.

Helena (sighing): Mummy, whatever it is do you find so blatantly amusing?

Peggy (moving to a chair): You (throwing her arms up.) The three of you to be more precise…
Tina (mumbling): Your version of the third degree.

Peggy (ruefully): No. You are all adults, consenting adults. You do not steer an easy course. (Sipping her tea) then true love never is.

Helena (looking at Bette and Tina): Mummy stop with the gibberish and make sense.

Bette (handing Tina and Helena their mug of tea): She is making sense, she’s in a round about way saying she doesn’t care.

Peggy (winking): Someone can make sense of my gibberish.

Helena (rolling her eyes): Amazing…

Peggy (shaking her head): You’re consenting adults, Dylan I presumes knows and who am I to say that this is wrong. Love is never wrong, unless it is for selfish greedy reasons. Now, sit down and keep an old woman company for a while.  

Helena (sitting): You’re something else…

Peggy (looking around the table): No, I know love when I see it. I also know that it isn’t always about two people. You have been through hell as have you both (glancing at Bette and Tina.) If it is comfort you seek and can offer then how can it be wrong?

Bette (wrapping her arm around Tina): With love it isn’t always about what’s right or wrong…

Tina (leaning into her): No.

Helena (vehemently): I love Dylan, it’s…

Peggy (taking her daughter’s hand): You don’t owe me an explanation, darling. Treat each other well, be there and try not to get caught next time (winking, laughing as the three of them groaned. Yes not a standard, typical relationship but she knew in her heart that this was meant to be, they were meant to be, all of them, including Dylan.)

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