“Sweetheart —-'

“No talking. More kissing."

O"My mother is in the room."

Madison stopped and turned bright red. She had forgotten about the presence of the other Adler female.

"Hi Mrs. Adler."

Jessica was smirking.

“Hello Madison. I must say, I've never seen ‘therapy’ quite like yours before. I just tried talking to her."

Madison buried her head in the pillows next to Heda. She muttered something, but it came out as a muffled mess of sound.

“What was that dear?" Jessica asked.

Heda grinned.

“I'll translate. That was embarrassed-Madison-speak for, ‘Please kill me now.' I've learned to speak her language over the last few months."

Madison mumbled again, this time blindly punching Heda in the stomach.

“That was her telling me to shut up."

“I'll let you two talk for a bit," Jessica said, standing and moving towards the door.

"And I do mean ‘talk'."

"What is it about parents? Do they really think that sex is the only thing on our minds?" Heda muttered.

Madison brought her head up.

“Well, I WAS thinking about it. Mood's kinda ruined now." She ran her hands over Heda's face.

"They told me that you faced him down and that you were messed up. I was terrified."

"I think I've got some things to think about," Heda replied softly, bringing Madison in closer and kissing her forehead.

“Hey, would it be okay if we didn't talk for a little while?"

Madison looked a little confused, but she was so grateful for Heda to be alive and well that she did not question the request. So for an hour, they just enjoyed one another's company, basking in the warmth of contact. Then, slowly, Heda began to talk to Madison about the things that she had told her mother. Madison just listened, letting her lover get all her insecurities out.

"So that's it. You flew all the way out here to help counsel me through my mental breakdown," Heda finished.

"Your Mom was right you know. But I won't repeat what she already told you. The spirits know that I'm not the type to think things through either."