"Maura, darling, I still don't understand." Constance Isles was nervously packing after her daughter who was in the middle of packing up her whole house. "Why on Earth are you moving to Boston, of all places?" She wrung her hands nervously and glanced around at the tower of boxes nervously. "Why can't you just stay here? I know we aren't around that much what with your dad and I traveling the world for work half the year but here we can see you, my home studio is here and your dad's main office! You can't go to Boston, we will never see you there!"
"I have been given the chief medical examiner job there. That is the best job I can hope for mother! I studied all my life for this job, it's why I went to college, it's my passion!" Maura walked over to a box on near her bookshelf and began packing, using it as an opportunity to face away from her mother.
"Oh its a hobby and you know it! You have a job here that does the same thing and it isn't like you need it, you have enough money for you, your future children and their children in the bank." Constance tried to get into her daughter's line of sight but as a wall was in the way, she gave up with a pout.
"It isn't about money, mother!" Maura sighed deeply and let her shoulders fall forward a she shoved the last of her medical textbooks into a large brown box.
"Don't slouch darling." Constance rolled her shoulders in annoyance. "And don't kid yourself, everything is about money." Maura stormed out of the room and into her kitchen praying to a god she didn't believe in that her mother did not follow her. She was disappointed. "Just explain it to me darling, you know it takes me time to understand things involving your chosen profession."
"That's just it mom, it's my choice. Even with all the money in the world we have to do something with our time, you chose art, I choose to help the dead speak and…" Maura couldn't get the rest of her sentence out as her mother groaned uncharacteristically.
"Again with the dead! You couldn't just choose something normal!"
"Mother, I still have mountains of things to pack and this argument isn't getting anywhere. If you will please excuse me to get on with it?" Maura hoped it sounded polite enough for her mother but she desperately wanted her to leave.
"Fine. Dismiss your own mother from your house even if it is the last time you might ever see her again." Constance huffed as she marched to the front door.
"I will miss you mother…" Maura stated barely above a whisper. Her mother paused with her hand hovering above the doorknob, the only indication she had heard her daughter. There was a silent second filled with tension before Maura saw her mothers posture relax and her head fall for a second.
"and I you, darling." Constance whispered back at a barely audible level before letting her hand travel the rest of the way to the doorknob and leaving the mansion. It was only then that Maura let out a loud sigh and then felt herself grin for the first time all day. She was getting her dream! She walked to her stereo and turned on her favorite song in her possession, I'm not that Girl by Idina Menzel. Dancing slightly and grinning like a fool she continued packing in a fury, hoping to finish before seven so she could watch the latest documentary on the discovery channel, a recounting of the moonshine trade during the abolitionist period.