Episode Twenty-Eight: Don't Tell Me

It wasn’t until she was standing on their doorstep, staring wide-eyed at marble pillars, that Avalon realized how dreadfully cruddy she looked. Especially when Katherine Marques herself, opened the door in a petal pink cashmere sweater.

Ava cleared her throat, having lost her gumption. "Is Sebastian home?"

Katherine slowly smiled. "I’m embarrassed to say I have no idea, come inside and warm up, while I call the gatehouse."

"I really don’t want to put you out-"

"It’s not a problem, I was on my way to buy a birthday gift for my youngest, and I welcome any delay from buying the absolute most uncool thing. I’m Katherine, by the way, Bassie’s mother; come on in; I was going to have a cup of coffee before I left anyway."

"Avalon Lubin." She offered and followed Katherine into the kitchen where they spied Bas rummaging through the cupboards. She knew him from behind at this point and the anger began to percolate once more.

"What was that? What? Just because I’m not some co-ed it doesn’t mean I don’t know how to do what’s right for my mother," Ava was turning red in the face.

Sebastian held up his hands in mock surrender, mock being the operative word. "Calm down, you look a little worse for wear; is your shower broken?"

Katherine stepped between them; she liked this one already, she was so much different from the few she had accidentally met. "Don’t be your usual charming self Bassie, now what exactly is the problem here?"

"I’m sorry Mrs. Marques, its just that my mother is ter- she’s ill, and your son promised me that he wouldn’t butt into my life any further than he already has. And then this morning, on my day off I find a nurse on my doorstep. I’m the one that takes care of my mother, I always have," she insisted teary-eyed.

Katherine stroked the young woman’s hair and with one glance at her drowning son, announced, "I hired her, it will all be for the best, you’ll see."

Episode Twenty-Nine: There She Goes