Lucille was confused. Seeing Sheila's current state of shock was a bit confounding. What was the matter? She thought, reviewing the dream that she had just had, correlating it with her words, to see if she had made a mistake in her recantation or had mentioned something wrong. But tried as hard as she may, she couldn't pin point anything that should leave her mother this way. Unless...she thought and looked up at Sheila, her eyebrows furrowed; unless the dream really meant something, and her mother happened to know what it means. The more she reasoned it this way, the more it made sense. Her mother knew what her dream meant, a meaning that must be shocking.
"Mom..." She started, wanting to ask about the dream's interpretation, but Sheila as if knowing what her daughter wanted to ask, stood up quickly from the bed, and stalked to the door, without looking back.
"Eat up your food first. We can always talk later." She said, before leaving the room.
