"So? You still look great," he half mumbled while still staring morosely out the window into the darkness.

She sensed his sadness as any good mother would have so she moved closer to him. Her heart was set on providing him comfort in his time of need. Emotional comfort for sure. Physical comfort—if necessary.

"Yeah right. I look so great and that is why you would rather stare out the damn window than look at me."

Her biting words were enough to make him glance quickly over at her. He observed, with surprised delight, how his mother was making absolutely no attempt to hide the upper half of her body...