The shower is already running and mom steps in, holding the door open for her daughter. They stand facing each other with the spray hitting mom's back.
"You orchestrated everything so we'd have the day together didn't you?" mom asks, once again reinforcing the notion that moms always know what's going on.
"How did you know?" Lauren asks, sincerely perplexed.
"Please," mom answers, her eyebrow raised as if saying don't insult my intelligence. "First, your brother never asks your father for help and second, you have been anxiously jittering around here for days, texting and calling. It was obvious something was going on and I hoped it was this."
"It worked," Lauren shrugs as mom lathers soap on her hands and starts washing her daughter's lovely breasts.
"I'm flattered, really," mom says
