The Meaning of Enough
For Jack's mother who has no name.
Breakfast time, Sunday mornings, she hears accusation hanging in the way John sits, silently reading the newspaper. The blame between them is an old unspoken thing, too tired and sad by now to do anything like attack directly. But now. Now...
Sometimes, when her gaze lingers on the jar of cookies she always kept full for Jack, or the paint stain that never came off no matter how hard she scrubbed, she remembers a sweet, charming smile that she never could say no to. And then she too blames herself for never teaching her little boy the meaning of enough.
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A/N: Revised version, if you've read the original (up on lj now), tell me which one you liked better.