"Willow, she can't understand that what I really want is not the financial support she can give me, but the support a mother should give her daughter. I... I don't know what to do anymore to make her understand."
They were sitting, each on a sofa, with a table separating them.
"As Lady Claiborne's employee, I can't say anything that might offend or disrespect her, but..." Willow said, and Clara raised her eyes to look at him. "I know what you mean."
Clara raised her eyebrows. "Do you? Was your mother like that with you too?"
"No, but my father was a bit at times. We certainly had a complicated relationship, and maybe part of what I am is his fault, but I can't blame him either or demand that he understand me. After all, it was also the first time he was being a father."
"It was...? Wait, does that mean—"
