Every time I’d looked to those roses, a huge smile had split my features. Every evening when I’d visited my mother, a frown had replaced it. I didn’t like what I was going to have to do to Archer, and it had troubled me all weekend. “You feeling okay today?” Archer asked when he saw me. He had a sweet, earnest look on his face which said he really cared about the answer. I forced a smile. “Just… stayed up too late watching movies with Mom last night.” It wasn’t exactly a lie. I had been at Mom’s. Archer grinned. “Your mom’s a big movie fan?” Despite myself, I smiled. “You have no idea.” I rolled my eyes. “Then again, so am I.” “What’s your favorite?” Archer asked curiously. I frowned. “That’s a hard one. I’m a huge fan of the old musicals. Judy Garland, Fred Astaire, Gene Kelly, Cyd Charisse. The singing and dancing, you know.
