"Goodness what on Earth..."

Peg shook her head as she looked around Erin's room. She may be twenty seven, but she still had the organization skills of a teenager.

"I've had it up to here," Peg mumbled to herself, "how many times have I told that girl that if she plans on staying in this house she better keep her place from looking like-"

"The swamp?"

Peg turned around and noticed BJ looking in from behind her. She chuckled, "Yeah, probably. I have enough things to do today, and tidying up her room was not on my bucket list."

BJ shrugged. "Then don't. She's an adult, Peg, she needs to be responsible for herself."

"I know, I know. But when we have the others over I don't want the place looking like a mess."

"Alright then..." BJ replied, still thinking Peg should give Erin a lesson on responsibility rather than continuing to baby her.

Peg looked around. There was dust on the shelves, clothes piled on the floor rather than in the hamper, and books scattered practically everywhere. She coughed as she took the duster and began wiping down the shelves.

After that she folded any clean clothing and put the rest in the hamper. And finally, she collected the books and stacked them on the shelves.

But there was one book in particular she noticed. It was Erin's old journal that she and BJ had given to her nearly twenty years ago. The edges were worn and the color was faded, and she noticed a small white strip just barely sticking out from between the pages. She pulled it out, it looked like the kind of picture you'd get from a photo booth, and in blue ink was written on the back, "April 28th, 1977."

She flipped it over. She instantly regretted invading her daughters privacy, but at the same time became a little more curious, and wondered why Erin hadn't said anything about this before.

/scene/

"Yeah, I'm sorry. I'll make sure to keep the place clean," Erin sighed, "mom you really didn't have to do this."

Peg shrugged and decided to bring up the photograph she found.

"Erin?"

"Hmmm?"

"I know it's not my place to get involved in your business," Peg said as she handed her the strip of photos, "but have you-"

Erin grabbed the photograph and glared at Peg. "Mom! Have you been going through my journal? You know, I think I'm entitled to some privacy considering I'm not your little girl anymore."

Peg frowned, afraid this was the response she'd get. "No, Erin. I only saw the pictures. All I wanted was to ask you if there was anything going on between you two."

Erin looked at it for a moment. There they were, in the first picture acting like clowns, and a smile, a hug, a kiss. She looked back at Peg and nodded. "Yeah."

Peg grinned, "Honey! Why didn't you tell me you were seeing Andrew!?" She watched Erin give her a shrug as she placed the picture strip on her desk. "So... when's the wedding?" She added with a joking smile.

"Mom!"