The next morning Reba woke up to Jordan screeching in the next room and somebody trying to calm her down. Reba got up and walked into the other room. When she opened the door, she saw Jake trying to pick up her daughter, and not doing very good at that.
"Jake, please, let me show you how to pick her up." Reba said. Jake looked up at his mom. He ran over and hugged her.
"I've missed you! I'm sorry I haven't been up to see you, Jack and my sisters yet. I wanted to come see you, but I got busy with my life for work and school." Jake said.
"I know. My son is a busy man, he's an architect." Reba replied with a smile.
"I want to be an architect. I have a few more years in school until it is official." Jake corrected her. Reba smiled at her son.
"Okay." Reba said. "Well, let's see how to pick up Jordan so she won't cry. Come here." Jake walked over to her. "Hold out your arm, and support her head." Reba took the baby out of the bed and put her in Jake's arms and this time she doesn't cry. She smiled at Jake. "She likes you."
"Yeah I guess she does." Jake responded.
"Are Cheyenne and Kyra here?" Reba asked.
"Not yet, they will be here in a few hours. But you do have a visitor or two downstairs." Jake stated.
"Who? I didn't think anybody even knew I was here." Reba said.
"Oh, you'll be surprised alright mom. I would just go on down." Jake replied with a sly smile. Reba walked out of the nursery and down the stairs. Sitting on the couch were Barbara Jean, Brock and Henry.
"Reba!" Barbara Jean exclaimed and ran over and hugged her. "How are ya?"
"In pain." Reba squeaked out in almost a whisper. "Please let go of me." Barbara Jean let her go and Reba gasped for air.
"So how's the fancy life in Boston?" Brock asked.
"It's good." Reba said.
"So why are you back here?" Brock questioned in a patronizing manner.
"I'm here because my family is here. My three beautiful children are here." Reba responded.
"Sure." Brock replied. Henry stood up and walked over to Barbara Jean.
"Well boy, isn't he getting to be so big? I can't believe it." Reba said.
"I can't either. My little boy is growing up." Barbara Jean stated getting all teary eyed. Just then Cheyenne, Van, Elizabeth, Samantha and Kyra walked through the front door.
"I'm glad to get to see you guys again." Reba said and hugged Kyra. "How's my rock star daughter?" Kyra smiled.
"I'm not a rock star, but I'm doing well. I'm glad to see you. We've all really missed you around here." Kyra stated.
"Well I've missed all of you too." Reba replied. Then she looked at Samantha. "Hey Samantha, how about you and I go out for breakfast just the two of us?"
"Sure." Samantha said.
"Okay, let me get dressed and then we can go out wherever you want to go." Reba stated and then walked up the stairs. Cheyenne turns around and looks at Samantha.
"Don't you spend a dime more than your grandma wants to. You hear me?" Cheyenne asked.
"Come on. She and grandpa have to have a lot of money. He's a psychiatrist. They are usually loaded." Samantha said.
"I don't care. You are not going to take advantage of your grandma. Got it?" Cheyenne glared at her.
"I guess so." Samantha sighed looking down at her feet. A few minutes later Reba came down the stairs.
"Is my old car still in the garage?" Reba asked.
"Yeah, we didn't take the car." Cheyenne responded.
"Can I assume that the keys are still in their right place?" Reba questioned and Cheyenne nodded.
"We didn't touch anything." Kyra stated. Reba walked into the kitchen, grabbed her car keys, her purse and she walked out the front door with Samantha.
"She didn't even stay that long to talk." Barbara Jean said disappointed. Cheyenne smiled.
"No, but she is straightening out my situation." Cheyenne stated.
In the car
"So where would you like to go?" Reba asked Samantha.
"Oh I don't care. Wherever you want to eat is fine with me." Samantha replied.
"What's going on? This isn't the same Samantha that I met yesterday. That witty, sarcastic girl that reminds me so much of myself as a girl." Reba said. Samantha looked up at her.
"What?" She asked.
"When I talk to you and when your mom told me about all the trouble you had, it reminded me of the girl I used to be." Reba stated.
"You were a girl once?" Samantha questioned. Reba laughed.
"Yes, believe it or not, at one time I was a girl your age. Sure it was back in the mid-1970s and the world was a different place, but I was." Reba replied.
"Oh." Samantha looked down at her hands. Reba stopped the car at the stop light and looked at her granddaughter.
"Why are you giving your mama such fits?" Reba asked.
"What do you mean?" Samantha questioned. Reba gave her the "Reba look" and Samantha started pouring out her sob story. "It's not me. Elizabeth is never in trouble. She always gets praised for what she does. She makes straight A's in school, when I bring a report card home that has A's and B's, mom and dad ask why I can't be like her. It's starting to get on my nerves. Don't they know that I'm my own person?"
"Ah, the old sibling rivalry stuff. What generation is that going to end with?" Reba asked looking at the steering wheel and sighed.
"Is that a question for me to answer?" Samantha questioned confused.
"No." Reba sighed again and then started to go when the light turned green. "That's a question for the ages."
"Oh." Samantha said.
"Well Samantha, I think that your mama and I will have to have a talk and this should fix everything. But you have to promise me something." Reba said.
"Anything." Samantha replied.
"I will talk to your mom, but you have to quit acting up." Reba responded.
"I think I can do that." Samantha stated.
"Good." Reba exclaimed. Reba and Samantha ended up going to McDonalds and both getting a sausage biscuit with a slice of cheese and an orange juice. When they got back to the house, Cheyenne and Van were sitting on the couch, Kyra and Elizabeth were sitting in the chairs near the couch.
"Cheyenne, I would like a word with you and Van." Reba stated. They stood up and walked into the kitchen.
"Did you fix the problem?" Cheyenne asked.
"No, but I think I have found a way to fix it. How often do you compare Elizabeth and Samantha to each other?" Reba questioned.
"We compare them in everything because they are so similar." Van replied.
"They are similar but they aren't the same! You never compare two children to each other. Samantha is just trying to show you that she's not Elizabeth. Pay her some attention as Samantha and she won't be the troublemaker she is now." Reba exclaimed.
"Okay." Cheyenne said with her arms crossed. "We won't compare the girls anymore."
"Thank you. Now where are your father and Barbara Jean?" Reba asked.
"They had to leave. They told me to tell you that they would talk to you again soon, and that they were sorry to hear about Jack." Cheyenne responded.
"Where are Kara and Lindsay?" Reba questioned.
"We're right here mom." Kara said as they walked down the stairs.
"We just can't believe you actually used to live here and we've never seen the place. We're just looking around. It looks a lot different from our house back home." Lindsay stated.
"Well, back home your father and I had a decorator come in and fix up the place. When this house was bought, we were too poor to even think about a decorator so I did this place up all by myself." Reba said.
"Wow. Very nice." Lindsay said.
"Thank you Lindsay." Reba replied. "Well I know we've only been here a few days, but we gotta hit the road. Is everybody packed?" Reba looked at Lindsay and Kara and they both nodded.
"The suitcases are right up stairs. I even packed Jersey and Jordan's stuff too." Kara said.
"Well thanks Kara." Reba stated with a smile.
"Bye mom." Cheyenne hugged her mom.
"I love you Cheyenne. Don't be a stranger, come up and see us whenever you want to." Reba said with tears in her eyes.
"I love you too." Cheyenne replied. Reba picked up her suitcase and with tears walked out the front door of the house.
"What's wrong?" Kara asked. Reba wiped the tears out of her eyes and looked at Kara.
"Oh it's nothing. It's just that I'm really leaving my home of 20 years." Reba said. She looked back and looked at the house.