"Is that all?

"Isn't it enough already."

"I think you are leaving one thing out," Julie said quietly.

"Tell me what you think I am leaving out."

"Last night I wanted us to cuddle in front of the fireplace and you got kind of teary eyed . . ." Julie pulled back looking at her mother sharply before going on. "You said, I remember it well . . .'I can't bear to cuddle with you, especially here in front of the fireplace.' Mom, there was something about the way you almost cried, staring at the fireplace and the way you didn't want to talk about it anymore."

Julie paused, pointing...