Alan was relaxing on the couch, zapping through channels on the TV - all boring to him. Out of nothing, his mother popped up, almost scaring him like ...hat, sitting on the chair next to the couch."Oh no..." Oh yes! Alan, I think we need to have a talk." God, mom, no, I know where babies come fro-" I'm not talking about that, Alan! It's about our relationship. Something has to change." Oh no.", Alan replied, bored by his mother yet again trying to change something about their relationship. He was. "What do you think, Jill?"I looked at the two of them. I wrapped my fingers around one and felt the texture with my thumb. I moved over and did the same with the second piece. Both looked similar but for some reason the second one seemed more attractive."They're both beautiful. They feel 'woody', not like plywood. Solid, almost alive. This one over here," I said, pointing, "is more appealing. I can't put my finger on it. That one's a little more busy." What about the grain?" he said."Oh, that's. "Whereis your computer? I think I have the web address and the password," Barbsaid as she opened her purse and looked for her address book.Carrie quickly brought out her laptop, "I love my wireless connection," shesaid as she powered up the laptop.Barbara dug through her purse, finding her address book she quickly flippedthrough it until she found what she was looking for. Typing in the webaddress brought up the secure page to access the security system that hadbeen installed in the house by. I watched as she did that and I felt my anger releasing. There was no point in making her feel any worse than she already did. She wasn’t putting on an act. I could see she was remorseful. I sat in my chair as Ardele comforted my mother, a myriad of thoughts going through my mind. How did I really feel about all this? Should I let bygones be bygones? Should I ask her to leave and never return? That didn’t feel right, but I couldn’t tell what did. What was I to do about this unexpected surprise?.