She helped prop her against the pillows, fretting over how frail she was. Jessica laughed at her fussing over her and ordered her to sit. Her Mother's golden eyes filled with excitement as they met hers. "Tell me about the Englishman, Selene! Enough with the pillow fluffing! The man is a walking dream. However did you meet?" her Mother demanded as she sat at her bedside. "You wouldn't believe it if I told you," Selene replied and smiled indulgently. "Oh, I think I believe in just about everything now, Selene. I talked to grandma last night. She came to me in my dream. Bryce says it's foolishness, but I believe they all wait for me. I'm not scared, honey," her Mother said and her eyes looked sad. "You promise you won't let this ruin things for you? Dying is just like being born, Selene. It's not the end." "Tristan is not what you think, Mother." "Oh I could see that when he came in here this morning to introduce himself. He's Old World to the tee. I saw that for myself. The manners gave him away." Selene took that opportunity to open her laptop.
