"Mom," she finally said, "Could I talk to you for a second?"
"Sure, sweetie," Deirdre said, rising to follow her daughter to her bedroom.
I heard some heated whispering, but couldn't make out what was said. Deirdre emerged, blushing furiously as she hurried past me and into her bedroom.
What the hell was that all about?
I had a bit of a view through the partially open bedroom door as Trina dressed quickly and brushed her hair. I stood and smiled at her when she emerged from her room.
"You look lovely today, Trina," I said.
"Thanks," she murmured, but she was clearly distracted.
I followed her out the front door. It bothered me that her mother had not emerged from her bedroom. We had said goodbye and hugged her before we left each of the previous mornings I had given Trina a ride to
