Disclaimer: I don't own Monk
There is something about being a mother that connects you to your child. You know when your child is happy. You know when your child is sad. If your child is hurting YOU HURT TOO. It's called being a mother and Marcia had known all about that for 27 years. Yes she only had her child for 25 years but something told her that her daughter was still alive.
One day Monk came over. He brought a friend with him. Her name was Natalie and there was no romance between the two of them. Natalie had been over before but today it was different. Marcia knew that Natalie had been in an accident 2 years ago and had lost her memory. It was around the same time that Trudy died. This visit would have been no different then any other visit except for the fact that when Natalie had taken off her jacket Marcia noticed a scar on her shoulder.
"I'm going to just go and get the um… the pretzels… and the cake and stuff," Marcia said, "Honey want to come with?"
"Sure," Dwight replied and followed his wife into the other room.
"Dwight," Marcia said, "Did you see that?"
"Um… possibly," he said, "What did I see?"
"Natalie has a scar on her shoulder," Marcia said excited.
"Okay," he said, "Is that supposed to mean something?"
He knew his wife was getting at something. He just didn't know what she was getting at.
"Dwight don't you get it. She has THAT scar on her shoulder"
"Hold on a minute," Dwight said, "Having a scar on her shoulder hardly means she's who you think she is. I'm not saying she's not but I'm not going to get too excited just yet.
A DNA test done on her hair showed it was her
"How did you know," Dwight asked
Marcia laughed
"It's called being a mother"