Reva looked over at her son. She had become increasingly worried about him as of late. She knew that something was bothering him, but she had no idea what exactly it was. "Sandy, honey…" she asked, looking into his eyes. "Are you ok?"
"Of course I'm ok…" Sandy said. "Why wouldn't I be ok?"
"It's just you've been acting kind of strange lately…"
"I'm fine, Reva… Really…"
"Really, Sandy?" She asked. "Is that why you smell like alcohol?"
"So I'm not allowed to have a few drinks?" Sandy snapped.
"Sandy, you can tell me what's wrong…"
"Well maybe it's none of your damn business, Reva!" Sandy snapped defensively.
"I'm your mother, Sandy!" Reva said. "Everything in your life is my damn business!"
Sandy sighed, seeing all of the caring and concern in her eyes. He didn't know how much longer he could keep up this façade. "It's just… It's nothing all right… You wouldn't understand…"
"Sandy, do you need help with something?" Reva asked. "You can tell me, Sandy… There's nothing you can say that will make me stop loving you…"
Sandy looked her straight in the eye. "Wanna bet?" he asked, deadpan.
"Just what is that supposed to mean?" Reva said.
"I'm not who you think I am, Reva…" Sandy started, finally convinced that he could do this. She did deserve to know after all. And he knew that she wasn't going to let up. "I'm not… I'm not what you think I am…"
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"No kidding, Sandman…" Jonathan mumbled as he peered through the window… Was Sandy really going to drop the act and just tell her? No way. He was too spineless. He would back out of it for sure… But on the off chance that he didn't… This was sure as hell going to be fun to watch…
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"Just what exactly are you trying to tell me, Sandy?" Reva asked, almost certain that she already knew.
Sandy swallowed nervously. "I… I'm not… I'm not the person that… That you think I am…"
"Sandy, are… Are you saying what I think you're saying?"
"I'm… There's something you need to know about… About… Who I am… I'm… Reva, I'm…" Sandy choked on the words, unable to get them out effectively. He couldn't do this. No way could those words leave his lips. Not in font of her.
"Sandy, is this about what I think it's about?" Reva said, pulling him into her arms. "Come here. It's ok, Sandy. It's ok, I know…"
Sandy's eyes widened in shock. "You… What?" He asked, barely able to get the words out. "What do you mean you…"
"Sandy, it's ok…" Reva said, reassuringly. "There's nothing wrong with that… I don't have a problem with who you are, Sandy… I love you…"
Tears came to Sandy's eyes at the thought that all was forgiven, his jaw dropped open slightly in disbelief. "You're not… You're not angry?" he asked. "You're not… You're not disappointed? I mean… How could you still love me?"
"Sandy, look at me… Sandy, how could you think I would stop loving you over something like this? I mean, it's who you are… You're still my son, Sandy… And that's not gonna change no matter… No matter who you are… No matter who you love…"
Of course. She thought that he was confessing… That… He should've known that it wasn't going to be this easy… She was still completely oblivious to what he'd really been trying to confess… But even the fact that she'd still love him after knowing this much… He looked into her eyes and found nothing but loving acceptance there… And again, he'd lost his nerve… He couldn't do this… Couldn't tell her what he'd really been trying to confess… Couldn't break her heart like that…
"Sandy you don't have to keep it a secret… It's nothing to be ashamed of… You're my son and I love you… That's still my blood running through your veins…"
Sandy leaned his head against her shoulder for a moment, forcing himself to hold back his tears.
"It's ok, Sandy…"
He pulled away from her. "Reva, I… I gotta go…" he said, moving up off of the couch.
"Sandy, I mean it you know… I love you…"
"I love you too…." Sandy said. "There's just… There's somewhere that I need to be… I… I'll stop by again tomorrow… All right?"
Reva knew that this whole thing must've been hard for him, and that he could probably use some time alone. "You know you're welcome here anytime…" she said.
"I… I'll see you tomorrow, Reva…" Sandy said, before walking out the door.
Jonathan quickly moved out of sight. He felt like putting his fist through the wall. How could she love him so much? He wasn't even her son. How could she not know? What kind of mother was that? He knew that the plan was to be executed tonight, and the bomb was already safely tucked away under Sandy's bed… But… He just wasn't sure that he could wait that long…