-- Daughters always need their mothers. [ peggy, quite on instinct, touches the little golden medallion she's nearly always worn around her neck. ] Or a mother, I suppose, of some variety. Blood or otherwise. It's only the way in which they're needed that changes.

[ it's a bit of a tough topic. she knows, after all, that jane's experience as a daughter is leagues more complicated than her experience as a mother may be. but it's not biology that makes it important; it's love.

this is about looking forward. not looking back. ]