It's Not Your Fault

"My mother is demented," I said, after we got ourselves back into the room.

"I'm sorry, how come?"

"I don't know, Lance."

"Is there anything you can do for her?"

"Other than just give her pills to calm her nerves? No, I doubt I can cure madness."

"It's not your fault."

"I know but it's sad to watch this. The painful thing is that my father doesn't want her around anymore. Elena could care less if she dies."

"She can stay here for as long as you want Hayley. The decision is for you; I'll never ask them to leave unless you say so yourself."

"Thank you, I really love you, mate."

"I am still figuring out if I love you," Lance said, with a playful boyish smile.

We talked about different things and several hours later we were still talking. We argued a lot on the total number of children. Lance wanted four kids and I wanted just two so we settled for three children. Then the argument took on another dimension but still about children as we debated in what order the gender would be. He want