After another delightful week spent at Cape Cod we returned to Boston on a stormy night. Jane had never gotten around to write the letter to Angela, mainly because she never found the right words and she didn't know what to say. It just didn't feel right as she kept repeating while crushing up tons of papers and throwing them around the room – they almost never landed in the dustbin.

Instead she had decided to have a talk with her mother. "There must be a reason she reacts this way." She had said one afternoon when we were on our blanket on the beach. "I don't think that there's much use of telling her how I feel. But its rather more important to know why she feels the way she feels."

Maybe she was right, I thought as we turned into the driveway of my house. Angela's car which had been found by the police two days after it had been stolen was sitting in its usual spot, telling us that she was home.

"Do you want to go over to talk to her now?" I asked Jane who was unbuckling herself on the passenger's side. Her head was cocked to one side as she thought about the question. "Yeah, I'm tired of this fighting. And even more so of constantly thinking about it. Maybe she's ready to talk." She said hopeful. I could feel how tense she was.

I nodded. The next question was a bit harder on me. "Do you want me to join you?" Another pause before the brunette replied "I don't know what's better. I don't want her to feel outnumbered or pressured."

A sigh left my mouth. "You know where to find me. I'll keep my fingers crossed for you." I said as we entered the house. Being nervous none of us had noticed the lights going on inside earlier. Angela who had heard the car in the driveway had made its way into the entrance hall, staring at us with an unreadable mind.

"Hey ma." Jane greeted her cautiously. "Hello Angela." I joined in. There was still a stern look at us. Jane straightened out her ponytail, trying a gentle smile.

"I really should have seen that coming." Angela said without a hello. Her voice was calm, which to me sounded like the calm before the storm. If she was yet going to pull another fight, I would throw her out. I didn't need her to insult me or Jane in my own home or better said our home.

"Why don't we go sit down in the living room and talk?" Jane asked pointing towards the couch. Angela hesitated but followed us to take a seat in one of the armchairs.

The elder Rizzoli glanced at the rings on our fingers and nodded. "You are happy together?" she asked. We both nodded reluctantly, still waiting for the storm. "Why aren't you happy for us?" Jane asked bluntly into the following silence. I cringed expecting the worst.

"Have I ever told you about my friend Ruby?" Angela asked silently. We glanced at each other wondering where this was going. "No. You never mentioned a Ruby." Jane said after clearing her throat.

"She was my best friend in my teen years." Angela began, fidgeting with her hands. "One day, she told me that she was gay." Goosebumps began to tickle the hairs on my neck and my arms. "She had found a girlfriend and was so happy about her love that she told everyone. She shouldn't have done that because people started bullying her. I gave my best to stand by her and support her, but one day she was suddenly gone. I was sure that something bad had happened because I knew that she would never leave without telling me, you know? Police didn't listen to me and treated her like a runaway. Well, at least until they found her remains near a creek close to my hometown."

Tears were streaming down her face and she swallowed hard. I watched how Janes hand reached for hers, covering it gently. "That's horrible, ma!"

Angela silently grabbed Janes hands and glanced up at her. "I have known that you were gay for a long time, Janie. It wasn't hard to tell that you were different as you always hated dresses, refused to play with puppets and ran around like a tomboy." There was a soft and painful chuckle.

"You always reminded me so much of my friend Ruby and sometimes it gave me the worst nightmares. And there you were, beginning to spread your happiness to the world. Changing into this free spirit Ruby was before someone took her life because of it." Angela paused, a sad smile playing around her lips. "It scared me. I was scared for you. It drove me mad. I know that I did and said things which hurt you" now she glanced at us both, a sorry look in her eyes. "Believe me when I say that I'm happy that you found each other." Her fingers touched Janes ring to play with it, her eyes resting guilt ridden and pleading on us.

"It took me a while to see and realize that the world has changed. People are more openminded now. They don't care as much about homosexuality anymore."

"No, they don't ma. A lot has changed indeed." Jane softly said.

"I just want you to be happy and alive." The elder woman said with a sad smile. "Oh ma, we will." Jane replied with tears running down her cheek. By now all the anger of the past weeks was forgotten.

"Can you forgive me?" Angela whispered. "We've already forgiven you Ma." Jane replied pulling her into a hug. Both women opened their arms for me: "Come join us Maur." Jane said and I was more than glad to follow suit. "You are my netballs family" I whispered which made everybody laugh. "Yes we are." Jane giggled.

Jane went to fetch Bass who was still sleeping in the back seat of the car while Angela and I began to prepare a simple meal. I told her how Jane had proposed to me in the middle of the night, kneeling next to the bed, leaving out the details which had led to the proposal and Angela chuckled.

"So, you are going to tie the knot." She said pleasantly as Jane walked into the kitchen. "My Jane is really getting married?"

"I hope so." I replied chuckling and wiggled my eyebrows towards my love who was rolling her eyes. But I knew that this notion was just for show. "Looks like it." She mumbled holding on to a bottle of beer.

"How did this happen?" Angela asked and we told her the story how we had met at a gay bar one Saturday night. Jane nudged my side as I mentioned how she had wooed me that night and we all ended up laughing.

I was grateful that Angela didn't ask for grandchildren right away because I knew how much Jane feared and hated that. And that would have definitely been too much.

R&I

Once Angela had left and we were alone in the living room I wondered if this hadn't gone too smooth and to fast. There was some serious suspicion that something was wrong with the make-up, but I kept my thoughts to myself, not wanting to drive Jane wild just on suspicions.

I could see the wheels turning in my loves head and wondered what she was thinking about. Of course, there was only one way to find out. "A dime for your thoughts." I mumbled gauging her reactions. Clear, brown orbs came resting on my eyes. "It's a Penny, Maur. Not dimes." She teased me.

Hell, I thought. I could memorize any stupid number or useless information, but I really had a hard time with proverbs. Jane shifted uncomfortably on the couch before mouthing that she wasn't sure about the talk with Angela earlier. She too had the feeling that this was somehow not the end of the drama. Although she had appeared to be genuine.

My phone buzzed to announce a message and I picked it up from the coffee table to read it. It was from my mother.

How was your talk with Angela?

I scratched my head as I had never mentioned our problems with the elder Rizzoli to my mother. How could she possibly know?

"Bad news?" Jane asked when seeing my expression. My phone buzzed again.

I called her to ask about a gift for your wedding and she told me that she thought that what you were doing was wrong. Tried to clear some things up. Did it help?

Oh great! I could see now what had happened and wondered why Angela had listened to my mother of all people. It wasn't as if other people had tried to talk some sense into her.

After speaking to Jane about it – who also made an incredulous face – I replied that I hoped so which was the truth. Maybe it could really be so easy I thought. Maybe we were doing her wrong after all.