Cherish Turner was massaging Mother Turner's back while sitting beside her.
"Mom, do you think it could be?"
"What makes you say that?" Mother Turner was evasive and didn't dare look at Cherish.
"I saw a picture of someone who looks just like me, but I don't think I've ever taken a photo like that..."
"Where?" Mother Turner suddenly grasped Cherish's arm, looking tense.
Cherish winced at her firm grip and looked surprised. "Mom, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, sweetie. What could be wrong?"
"Mom, you're hurting me..."
"Oh…" At her remark, Mother Turner quickly released Cherish, realizing she had lost control.
"It's unlikely that there are two people who look exactly alike. It's probably just a resemblance. Cherish, it's getting late, and you have to work tomorrow. I really worry about you coming home so late every day, sometimes not even at all. I think you should quit your job at the comic studio and find something more respectable."