Meh
Helen stands on the porch as the beautiful car pulls to a stop. She had tried very hard to keep this man out of Stephanie's life and she had succeeded. And now he's back. Maybe it's a good thing, Helen decides. Stephanie needs someone to look after her and protect her from all the crazy nasty people from her now forgotten past. Who is a better candidate? Who can do a better job? Besides, she can't ignore the smile on Stephanie's face. Small, but happy. Helen loves that smile. Maybe she'd been wrong from the very beginning. Maybe he's the one. The mysterious Mr. Right for her younger daughter. The man with a shadowy past. He genuinely cares about Stephanie. And he, indeed, has very good table manners and is always very polite. What more can you ask of a man? He can, and will, keep Stephanie safe and alive.
With a smile Helen invites Ranger in for dinner. And suddenly she recalls the first time she saw Frank in his uniform. She burned it on the front lawn along with Frank's socks and underwear. Frank was so young and fit and muscular. Frank knew how to kiss. Frank was such a gentle and amazing lover. They were so happy together. There were tears in Frank's eyes the day Valerie learned to walk. What had changed? What had happened? Now Frank is dead and she will never ever get an answer. Helen ushers them in and closes the door. Of course she notices that Stephanie is not wearing her own clothes. Of course she knows the neighbors are going to talk. Whatever. Let the rumours burn. She doesn't give a damn. Not anymore.