-1Chapter 6
"Your mother?" Lynette was a bit puzzled, for she had never heard Bree give mention to her mother before. "Um, okay. Where does she live?"
Bree gently smiled. "Oh, no. She's long gone."
"How long?" Lynette questioned.
"She passed away when I was a little girl." Bree looked a bit irritated.
"I had no idea..."
"Lynette, I don't need your pity. Of course you had no idea. My own children don't even know. I mean, they're well aware that they don't have a grandmother sending them money on the holidays but that's about it."
"How did she…if you don't mind my asking." Lynette attempted to push a bit further. It was rare for Bree to be so open with her, and she planned on taking full advantage.
"I'd rather not say."
"Okay." the blonde knew her limits.
"You know, I haven't visited her once since the funeral."
"Why not?" Lynette's voice was still.
The redhead shrugged. "I didn't want to admit she was gone, I suppose. I didn't want to let myself believe that I had to grow up without a mother." There was a bit of an awkward silence. "I'm sorry. None of this makes any sense. I don't even know why I asked for her before."
Lynette's eyes shifted downward. "Usually we call out for our mothers when we're most vulnerable…but Bree, she isn't here. Now I'll ask you again. Will you let me help you?" She probed.
"I've been thinking about her a lot lately." She completely avoided Lynette. "While I'm having a drink usually. I wonder if she's watching down on me…and if she is, I can't help but believe that she'd be disappointed in what I've become. I don't want her to blame herself though…" Bree didn't even acknowledge Lynette's existence. She just carried on. "…it isn't her fault that I turned out like this. It isn't her fault." Bree trailed off, showing clear signs of embarrassment.
"How can you say that? If she saw you today, she would be so proud. I mean, you've raised two gorgeous kids-"
"Who both hate me" Bree interrupted.
"Your marriage-"
"Was suffering and now my husband's dead."
Lynette considered adding more to her list of positive things in Bree's life, but was overcome by a sense of overwhelming sadness. Everything that was supposed to bring joy in life seemed to make her friend miserable. "Let me help you." she spoke again.
Bree just looked back at her. "You don't need to waste your time. I appreciate it, though. I do."
"I won't let you down. Even if everything and everyone else does." Her words were powerful. "But you've got to let me."
The redhead cracked a faint smile. "If I start to become a bother just let me go. I'll understand."