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SERIES: Falling Dreams Series
Mother's Day In Boston
By Demeter
"Marty's daughter! It's so nice to finally meet you. You're beautiful!" Angela Rizzoli enthused, wrapping a startled Lindsay in a tight embrace.
"You never say that to me, and she looks exactly like me," Jane grumbled.
Angela frowned. "That's not true, Jane! Anyway," she continued, "I'm so glad you're both here. Dinner's almost ready. Would you like something to drink? Jane, why don't you get a glass of wine for the two of you before your Dad and Frankie get here?"
"Sure." Jane gave Lindsay a somewhat apologetic smile before she went to join her mother in the kitchen, leaving Lindsay to ponder how Mrs. Rizzoli could be this happy to meet the daughter her former lover had had with his wife.
Some things didn't add up, and the more she thought about it, the less she felt like she could just let things lie. She deserved those answers, just like Jane did. Lindsay just wasn't sure if Mother's Day was the appropriate occasion to expose lies their parents had told them.
Jane returned to the living room carrying two glasses of red wine. "How are you holding up?" she asked with just the tiniest hint of irony.
"I don't know," Lindsay said honestly. Angela Rizzoli seemed nice so far, but Lindsay wasn't sure she was ready for all the implications of the theory hanging in the air. "You?"
Jane simply shrugged, and they shared a smile at the irony of the situation. They were both skilled investigators, but this riddle seemed like the hardest each of them ever had to solve.
Angela was the only person who could tell them the truth, and they'd waited long enough.
Maybe, Mother's Day wasn't such a bad day for it after all.
The End