Gerald walked woth his hands in his pockets. He was confused and rather aggrivated about the call he had gotten. What could she possibly want with him? she had made it sound like life or death on the phone and he just didnt have the heart not to show up. The gate creaked as he pushed it open, rust flakes falling only the cracked concrete. He looked out amongst the rows of head stones and saw the bright blonde head about twenty feet away. He let out a small sigh and looked around the street. No one was around and he was glad for it. He didn't want it getting out that he was talking to her.

She didn't look up at him when he came to stand beside her. She continued to look down at the large marble stone in though it didnt look like she was all there. He cleared his throat and she jumped He was obviously right about her not paying attention to her surroundings.

"Oh good you showed up." she slurred swaying slightly as she turned to take a good look at him.

"What did you want?" he asked not as harshly as he wished he would have.

Mariam peered at him over her thick glasses "I want to talk to you about Helga." she said slowly

Gerald raised his eye brows "So you called me? WHy would you call me?"

"YOu are her best friend." she shrugged

"That was a very long time ago." he said glaring down at her "YOu would know that if you ever took an interest in her life."

"I loved my daughter!" Mariam said indignantly

"Olga's daughter." he corrected sneering at the middle aged woman.

Mariam glared at the dark skinned youth "I raised her! I cared for her when Olga was away. Helga is mine!"

"No, you neglected her. YOu left her to fend for herself. She only lived in your house."

Mariam's glare was carried off by the wind and tears formed in her eyes. "I...I know. And i want to make it up to her."

"Why are you telling me? Why dont you go and tell Helga that? You're just wasting your breath with me." he said turning to leave when she cried out

"It was all B's idea! He didnt want his little girl to be a failure. He worked hard to be where he is now and he thought that she was ruining her life. I agreed with him because that was how old we were when i had Olga and got married. It was the worst decision of my life! I didn't get to go after my dreams. I wasnt about to let that happen to my daughter. I was just trying to protect my daughter."

Gerald turned around and walked back until he was right in her face "Then why didnt you protect the one thing she loved most in the world? Why didnt you care for the one thing she worked so hard to love? Why did you just let her precious daughter to go on not knowing that her mother loved her with all her heart and was trying to be with her? Why couldnt you give her the satisfaction of being a mother, when that is all she really wanted?"

Gerald didnt wait for her to answer and he stalked off skirting around the tombstones. He could hear the ghosts below applaude him but he could feel the eyes of what was lying beneath the large marble stone bore into him begging him not to be so harsh. He stopped and sighed. He looked over his shoulder "She's living with her father. THey live in the old brownstone about a block from Arnold and the Boarding house. Not too far from your guys' old house. Appartment 12." he said before dissapearing through the gate. He smiled as he felt a warmth seep through him and the chill on his back as the ghostly mother patted him on the back.

*Short I know but I am really tired and I really want to get to sleep and it's my brithday tomorrow. But i had to write this down because I knew if I fell asleep with this idea in my head it would dissappear. Hope Ya'll like it Comment and stuff. Night!*