Later on that afternoon, Reba walks into Lindsay's room. Lindsay is on her computer while talking on her cell phone. Reba knocks on the door, but Lindsay didn't hear her due to the fact that she has her stereo blaring. Reba walks over to the stereo and turns it down.
"Hey, knock it off you little creep!" Lindsay whirls around, and then realizes it was her mom. "Oh, it's you." Lindsay turns back to face the computer. "It's nothing Laura, don't worry about it." She says into the phone.
"I'd kind of like to talk to you if you can let go of the phone and the computer long enough." Reba states. Lindsay scoffs.
"I've got to go Laura. I will talk to you later." Lindsay hangs up the phone and puts it down on the computer desk. "What do you want?"
"I just want to talk to you. I feel that we need to talk about your dad." Reba says. Lindsay stands up and goes to walk out of her room. Reba stands up and takes her daughter's arm.
"You can't walk away from this. We have to talk." Reba pauses for effect. "Now."
"Fine. The sooner we get this over, the sooner you'll leave me alone." Lindsay states. They both sit back down on the bed. "Say whatever you are going to say that will let me go."
"Honey, your father had to go so that he could get money for our family." Reba tells her.
"Yeah, that's what you keep telling us. I'm just not sure I can believe you." Lindsay turns around and faces away from her mother.
"What do you mean?" Reba questions.
"He's not doing this for us! He's doing it for his own selfish pride. We were talking a few days ago. He doesn't think that you think he's good enough at his job and he's doing it to impress you." Lindsay replies.
"What? Talk to me Lindsay. Explain this to me. I don't understand." Reba says.
"What is so complicated that you don't understand? Dad chose a job over us because he doesn't feel he's good enough for you." Lindsay responds. "Now excuse me, I have something to do that involves leaving this house." Lindsay stands up and flounces out of her bedroom.