Ed & Betty

Betty was definitely in the Christmas spirit. She made Christmas cookies with the grandkids and decorated the house in every ornament she kept over the years. Everything was coming together, except for Tiffany.

She was gloomy. Even quit her job. Of course, Gordy brought the baby over every night and practically slept here. Naturally, Betty wasn't sure what to make of it.

"Why are you still here?" She finally asked Tiffany. "Can't you stay at your own house?"

Betty went through a list of all the good things in Tiffany's life.

1. She was married to a good man with a good job.
2. They were blessed with a beautiful baby girl.
3. Her oldest son Brick loved his new Dad.

Tiffany sputtered about, but what it amounted to was the thought that Tiffany didn't deserve such a good life.

Of course, Tiffany went into a rant about how bad she'd been since she was born.

"You didn't even marry my father." Tiffany's grim reality only made Betty laugh.

"Well, those were just very long engagements, back then." Betty shook her head with a grin. "As if that would have made a difference," Betty explained to her that some people just weren't meant to be together. But then she told her she was a lot like her father. "He probably wouldn't have liked you anyway."

Betty told her she was looking for ways not to be happy. "All you have to do is be happy. Be happy that Gordy is here, not off fighting some war." After all, that was how they lost Tiffany's father. Betty knew she might have been the brunt of all of Tiffany's pain.

"But we love you. It's your turn to show your love to your own kids." Betty knew she had been slammed with so much over the years that she hardly got by. Betty certainly wouldn't want to do it all over again.

After all, she was becoming frail herself. Betty couldn't pick up the slack like she used too. Even her heartbeat wasn't as steady as she was used too. Her joints ached. Some days, she wasn't sure she could get out of bed.

Didn't Tiffany know? Time waited for no one.