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else. I know it just seems really hard right now but your life is still going. You aren't in some weird limbo waiting to send Laila to college. You've got to get back out there. If you don't, you might end up alone forever.”
     
    Those words were enough to send Jackie's heart plummeting to her stomach like a dead rock. The thought of ending up alone, with a bunch of cats and her daughter's daily schedule engrained in her mind was a little too much to bear.
     
    Victoria placed a hand over hers. “Are you all right?” she asked.
     
    Jackie could feel the pity oozing out of her and the last thing she wanted was to drown in it. “Yes. I'm just fine,” she replied. She then tilted her head in the direction of the living room. “Laila!” she called. “Come get some macaroons!”
     
    From the sound of Laila's footsteps rapidly approaching, Victoria could tell that the conversation was most definitely over.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter Six
     
    The next day, Jackie found herself on her couch with her Sunday morning date: Laila. She made four large pancakes and drowned them in syrup because it was the weekend and both of them really needed to splurge. She took a fork and cut her way through the cake, shoving the dripping thing in her mouth. The thick syrup coated her entire mouth and made her feel like she was in heaven. She glanced down at Laila, expecting her to be enjoying it just as much as she was, but she sat on the other side of the couch, guarding the remote with her life and not even looking at her plate of pancakes. Jackie took one look from her daughter, to the pancakes, to the thirtieth rerun of Scooby-Doo and realized that she just couldn't take it anymore. “Laila, why don't you eat your food? It's gonna get soaked,” she replied. She then watched expectantly as Laila struggled with the remote and picking up her plate.
     
    Jackie raised an eyebrow. “Why don't you put the remote down and you can get your plate,” she suggested, waiting for her to finally let go of the remote.
     
    “No,” Laila replied. “I can't let it go. I wanna finish watching,” she replied, shaking her head in a stubborn manner.
     
    Jackie cocked her head to the side. It was almost noon and Laila hadn't had a thing to eat. It was way more about the pancakes than it was about the TV. “Look, if you don't start eating right now, I'm gonna unplug the television and conveniently forget how to reconnect it,” she replied in a harsh tone.
     
    Laila's impish grin immediately disappeared and she set the remote down, replacing it with her plate of pancakes. “Here. Happy?” she snapped.
     
    Jackie glowered at her. Something about Laila's attitude made Jackie want to smack her and hug her all at the same time. “You're lucky those are pancakes and not oatmeal,” she scolded.
     
    Laila scrunched her nose in disgust. “I hate oatmeal,” she whined.
     
    Jackie shrugged. “Which is why I won't give it to you... unless you give me a reason to,” she replied, wagging her finger.
     
    Laila nodded. “Okay fine,” she replied as she shoved the pancake in her mouth.
     
    Jackie grabbed the remote and immediately changed the channel.
     
    “Momma!” Laila screeched.
     
    But Jackie, for the most part unphased, turned to shoot her daughter an even stare. “We've been watching your cartoons for too long,” she retorted. “It's my turn.”
     
    After that, Jackie commenced the long process of finding “something good,” on TV to watch. Thus, the next thirty minutes were spent flipping channels and consuming the rest of her breakfast. She never found anything good to settle on, so her mind began to wander beyond her control. She found herself thinking back to that Picasso her daughter had painted of Doctor Allan Chase. She had been toying with the idea of calling him over and over again ever since Victoria left. In fact, it was the one time talking to Victoria just made her more and more confused. She