Mrs Williams took out her key and unlocked the door to Julie's old room. She stepped inside, closed the door behind her and sat down on the bed. She looked around the room, many of Julie's things still here, gathering dust.
As disturbed as she was that her eldest daughter had been having... having... having a relationship with a mutant, and was now having mutant children, she could not have disowned her. That had definitely been her husband's decision, and she had not agreed with it at all. But she had gone along with him, as she always did.
But after he had gotten off the phone with Julie and went to her room himself, where she was already starting to pack things, he thought it would be a great idea just to send her the bare neccesities and sell or dump the rest. She pressed her lips together and made him go out of the room and to let her do it herself. She had never been very close to her daughter - something she regretted - but she wasn't going to let him profit at Julie's expense. Mutant or not, Julie had children to raise, and she would certainly need her thngs a lot more than they could profit from the money from their sale.
Mrs Williams sent Julie everything she could without disturbing her husband, and then purchased a lock for the door. Keeping the only key, it was the only thing she knew of to prevent Mr Williams from discovering that for once she had not followed his instructions to the letter. He never questioned it. Nor did he ever speak of Julie again.
Mrs Williams swallowed, the tears pricking at her eyes again as she looked around the room. She had just come back from the hospital. Her husband had had a heart attack - a bad one, just hours before. For a time it looked like he wouldn't make it. She was still reeling from the phone call from his work. Visiting hours were over, or she'd still be there, at his side. And now that she was home, the only thing she could think of to do was to come and sit in Julie's room.
She had often wondered where she had gone wrong. Julie had always been a smart girl. She had excelled in her school work - in fact they ended up having her IQ tested as an child and she had come out as 'genius'. How then, could such a bright, talented girl, with such a prospective future ahead of her, end up pregnant, not once but twice in just a couple of years? Had it been Zac Hanson who had corrupted her? (He was a rock star after all), or had she been, well, having sex to put it bluntly before him?
Somehow it was comforting to be able to blame Zac for Julie's situation. Yet a second pregnancy... no... the child would be born by now - well and truly. Still it seemed to say that the problem lay on Julie's end. Zac had, at least, made a point of taking a role in the twins' lives.
Did this all mean, that as smart as Julie was, Zac was actually the responsible one?
Mrs Williams didn't know what to do. She wanted her daughter back. She wanted to see her grandchildren again. She wanted her husband to live! She shook her head - there was going to have to be some severe changes in diet after this - he likely wouldn't live through another heart attack that severe otherwise.
She stood and started making her way back out the door.
She even thought she would handle a mutant grandchild if it mean she could see her daughter again. She had not disowned Julie, even if her husband had.
She closed and locked the door behind her as she left.