“It's open; come in.”
I enter. Helena's sitting in a rocking chair, lethargically rocking back and forth; blankly staring out their bay window … appearing as if she's in deep thought; and, more than likely, keeping an eye out for the twins' return.
She also seems a bit distraught; which really isn't too surprising. Although it wasn't a first time event … like me lying to Bellona; and, Bellona not standing up for me … last night was the harshest I've ever seen our father admonish Helena.
Even I thought that Dad had stepped over the line with what he said to her … and, this is coming from me; the daughter whom he reminds just about every day of how much of an embarrassment she is to him, and tells me over and over again that I'm useless.
I go over, and gently place my hand on her shoul
