Peggy looked at her daughter and saw the panic that filled her eyes and regretted not calling her first. “No dear everything is fine.”

Helena finally seemed to relax and then she looked at her mother. “Mummy not to sound like I’m not happy to see you. But why are you here?

“Don’t I get a hug and kiss?”

“Sorry,” she kissed and hugged her mother as she walked her the rest of the way into her home. “Now will you tell me why you are here?

“Well dear since you ask so nicely. Helena we need to talk.

NOW:

What do she mean we need to talk? We just spoke this morning and everything seemed find. So what could have possibly happen from then to now that would bring my mother into town? I guess I’m about to find out.

“Mummy can I get you something to eat? Or perhaps you would prefer a drink.” I think I’m going to need one before the night is over, maybe several.

“Ah. You are such a sweet daughter. Make it a scotch on the rocks. But hold the rocks and don’t be stingy with the scotch dear.”

How some things never change, but you got to love her. “Well mummy here’s your drink. Why don’t you get comfortable while I go change.”

“For goodness sakes Helena I’ve seen you in a lot less then what you have on now.”

“Maybe so but still I think I’ll go change.”

“Well suit yourself dear I’ll be here.”

Helena made her way to her bedroom. Peggy finally got a real good look at her daughter place. She had to admit her taste was quite good. It was like walking into a Moroccan paradise. Such an intimate setting for lovers or those who would soon be. As she made her way deeper in the room she notice the colors that Helena chose to have the walls did in. The rich browns and tans went well with the makeup of the room. The art that was sparingly place on the walls gave the room such a mellow feel. It was almost intoxicating. Her feet were met with hardwood floors that were newly polished. As she sat on the large golden sofa that was several feet from the fireplace. She could see the fireplace was a blazed and added a nice warmth to the room. In the background she could hear Peter Mergener’s Rain In Australia playing. She must have spent a pretty good penny for this sound system because it was incredible. She used one of the available coasters that were on the smoked glass table for her drink. This table has to be an original, the hand craftsmanship is one of a kind. For goodness sake it’s shaped into a leaf. It must have been quiet time consuming. Note to self must find out who is responsible for this. We must talk, but first I need to have a conversation with that child of mine. Just then Helena made her way back into the room dressed in a pair of slate blue lounge pants with a matching tank top. But that’s not what caught Peggy’s attention. It was what she had on her feet. She couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.