Martha sat back. She felt her chest heaving, and in the silence that followed, she looked into Julia's eyes and saw, past the challenging stance, the self-loathing, the effects of the wine, Lynnie. And Martha knew, as she hadn't until now, why she couldn't tell Julia the whole story. It wasn't only because Martha wanted to restrain herself from teaching Julia a harsh lesson or because she wanted Julia to be grateful for her sacrifices. It was because Julia's low regard for herself had taken her into misguided friendships, petty crime, and, now, bigoted words. Maybe someday she'd be ready for the truth, but not when she thought so disparagingly, so dismissively, about people like her very own parents.