" I hate to ask this, Sherri, but what are you going to tell your mother?" I don't know, Lilly, but it isn't really up to her, is it? I mean, she's al...eady told me I'm not welcome there and I look at the way she treats you and it just isn't important. I do want to tell her, but I don't want to throw it in her face. She still loves me. She just has a crappy way to show it." Do you still love her?" she asked."Don't be silly, of course I do. She's still my mother. I just hope she can find a way to. Cassie’s ironic humour didn’t always register with Reema. This was one of those times. Reema told herself to disregard the confusion and focus on the rest of what Cassie was saying. She got the basic gist of what the gym was about. It seemed like a straightforward – although challenging – experience. Reema increasingly just wanted to get started and face the challenge head-on. ‘And that’s everything! We’ll pick up from here next week,’ Cassie announced. Reema blinked. ‘That’s it?’ She hadn’t. I had suggested Sunday, but she retorted by suggesting Saturday afternoon, 'More action', was her curt explanation, so Saturday it was.We drove there and she led the way to a spot she said, her friends always hung out at, and when I saw it I was impressed, a nice stretch of sand, surrounded by a steep rocky cliff face, with lots of shrubbery, 'That's where the guys 'Jack-off', she mentioned casually, as we dropped our bags and set-up our sunbathing camp, my daughter seemed so grown-up all of a. I guess that maybe neither of us was sure how toreopen a dialogue as we were both stammering and hemming and hawing.Finally, Eric said that he had really missed me, and he hoped that itwasn't something that he had done that had made me mad at him, and hewas wondering whether the Three Musketeers could get together thiscoming Saturday and just hang out together - kind of like old times.By that time I really was crying and having trouble talking but Ifinally calmed down a little and we talked and.