"Well, you've got practice, I'd hope you could deal with them. And I've dealt with you for three months, I think I'll be fine."

Jake's silence, oddly, combined with her mood and the left over emotion from crying was what prompted her to keep talking on her own, lost in memories of her mom. "She was this weird hippie, like vegan, rice milk, Montessori school before it was cool. When dad was drinking she used to take me down to beach and teach me really useless stuff, like basket weaving or crocheting. She'd braid violets in my hair. She didn't name me after the flower though, she named me after the color. It means royalty or something, and she always said she wanted me to be a princess."

Shifting, she slid down the bed a little, tugging at Jake. "Sound nice. Lay down with me please?"