Barbara had the feeling she and Sissy would get along just fine. Barbara truly felt the young woman was a nice person. Not many people would open their home to their husband's ex's mother. But Sissy had and that was something Barbara would never forget.<br/><br/>Barbara laughed when Sissy said she had to watch Shane with sweets.<br/><br/>"Oh, I'm sure. One time I had baked some cookies for dessert. He had half the plate finished before dinner even started. I learned to hide the dessert next time he came over."<br/><br/>Shane used to come Barbara's house all the time for holidays. Since his family lived close by too, he and Diane would split the holidays, like Thanksgiving and Christmas, between the families. Spending the morning with Shane's family and the evening with her and Walter. Those had been fun times. Barbara had considered Shane a son and it had broke her heart when Diane dumped him for Martin Hayes. She had never warmed up to her son-in-law at all.<br/><br/>Barbara gave Sissy a smile, it was a mixture of sadness but also happiness. She was happy Sissy and Shane had found each other but also missed her child dearly.<br/><br/>"I think he'd say the same. I'm really happy Shane found you. I think Diane would be happy too."<br/><br/>Barbara was sure Diane was happy for Shane. She knew her daughter, she'd want Shane to be happy. Even though it wasn't with her.<br/><br/>"Some lemon with it would be nice."<br/><br/>Barbara replied to Sissy's question about the tea.<br/><br/>------------------------------------<br/><br/>Meanwhile Shane put Barbara's things in a guest room and looked at the time. It was almost time for his run. His daily run was a ritual he had started after he returned from Paris and finally saw a therapist. It helped clear his mind and after Walter's funeral, visiting Diane's grave, and visiting Barbara's house and seeing those pictures.... he definitely needed to do that. It had been two years but he still felt awful about what happened to Diane. If only he had done something different. If only he hadn't been such an idiot and blindly trusted someone he had barely knew.<br/><br/>Shane sighed as he headed to his room to change and reminded himself that he could only control his own actions, no one else's. He changed out of the clothes he had worn to the funeral into a pair of jogging pants and a tee shirt. As he pulled his shirt over his head, he heard something fall.<br/><br/>"What the-"<br/><br/>He turned and saw that a picture Sissy had of them on her nightstand had fell on the floor. Shane frowned as he picked it up.<br/><br/>"How did-"<br/><br/>Shane heard a meow and saw Oscar sitting on his bed. Looking at the picture that fell over. Shane assumed the cat had knocked it over, though.<br/><br/>"Silly cat."<br/><br/>Shane told Oscar, petting his head and then placing the picture back where it belonged. Oscar meowed again, still looking at the same spot.<br/><br/>"You hungry? Come on, let's get you something to eat.".<br/><br/>Shane picked Oscar and carried him to the kitchen to eat.