Phoebe
Perhaps it was as simple as that, different expectations of what a relationship looked like. From the outside looking in it certainly seemed that way. But Phoebe had never really understood the basis of his relationship with Maeve in the first place. That may have stemmed from her own hurt at losing him though.
"Well I am still his mother and would at least like a letter or something to know he is alive." she said with a drawl and another huff. She loved her son to death and this distance was hurting her. Phoebe didn't know or understand what she had done to deserve it.
She squeezed his hand, then withdrew it as he turned the conversation back to the initial purpose...which she was even more hesitant about now that she knew where he stood emotionally. "It was about one of your residents, and my neice, Flora." she said with a slight sigh, clasping her hands. "I believe it would be wise of you to issue her a formal apology for disparaging her during your campaign."
"Well I am still his mother and would at least like a letter or something to know he is alive." she said with a drawl and another huff. She loved her son to death and this distance was hurting her. Phoebe didn't know or understand what she had done to deserve it.
She squeezed his hand, then withdrew it as he turned the conversation back to the initial purpose...which she was even more hesitant about now that she knew where he stood emotionally. "It was about one of your residents, and my neice, Flora." she said with a slight sigh, clasping her hands. "I believe it would be wise of you to issue her a formal apology for disparaging her during your campaign."
The Honeysuckle Princess
