Moira moves back into her seat, which is close to where her daughter is now sitting.
She lets out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. "Oh, I'm fine, honey. I'm just worried about you. " She tilts her head, studying Chloe's face. "Do you feel like telling me what's going on? I'm... I'm so sorry... about... Jimmy, was it?" She feels terrible for not even knowing her own son-in-law's name, even worse that she doesn't even know what he looked like.
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Date: 2009-07-24 05:04 am (UTC)She lets out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. "Oh, I'm fine, honey. I'm just worried about you. " She tilts her head, studying Chloe's face. "Do you feel like telling me what's going on? I'm... I'm so sorry... about... Jimmy, was it?" She feels terrible for not even knowing her own son-in-law's name, even worse that she doesn't even know what he looked like.