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    A helping hand and a push in the right direction

    "Eli this is the best present anyone has given me, thank you so much…you don’t know how much this means to me." She still wiping away some tears, but she’s smiling that big smile again, and her eyes seem happy and loving once again. Oddly enough that makes me happy, because I’m the one that put that look in her eyes.

    "Your welcome, I’m just happy that you like it. It’s a lot like the one I got for mom." She smiled and then looked down at the necklace, tracing it with her finder, "really," and I just nod in response. I glance down at my watch and notice that it’s later than I though and if I expect to catch the bus that takes me back to the hotel then I have to move this along.

    "Ms. Por…Bette do you still love my mom?" and I see that my question caught her by surprise but she doesn’t hesitate too long before saying "I never stopped loving your mom." And there’s that look again loving mixed with sadness.

    Now I don’t know the complete backstory on their relationship: why it ended or why mom moved to New York away from the woman who she claimed was her soulmate (actually I overheard the soulmate part when mom was talking with aunt Grace after one of her therapy sessions a couple of years ago), but if she couldn’t be with Bette Porter anymore than why incorporate "Porter" into my name serving as a constant reminder of the woman she was no longer with. I asked mom about it all the years ago and she had the same look that Bette Porter is giving me now.

    Her answer sounds very promising, if there’s any hope in getting them back together than I’m going to need full cooperation from everyone involved. Right now I only have Sara on board (playing a pivotal role in keeping her parents distracted so they don’t notice that I’m not with Sara at whatever planned outing), hopefully I’ll also have all my aunts and uncles in New York who I’ll talk to later tonight, and most importantly I need the infamous Bette Porter to get my mom to drop her guard and fall in love all over again (but convincing her is going to take a little time, if I spring my plan on her right now she’ll probably freak a little and call mom, but I’m pretty sure she doesn’t have any of mom’s contact information, which doesn’t help the situation.). Now my plan may be to get them back together, but I’m also here to make sure Ms. Porter really loves mom because I won’t let her hurt mom again. So I have to ask some more questions to be sure.

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