Gwen practically sprinted from her home. She just couldn't take it there, needed a break. Her mum was on the verge of ruining her children with her grief. Her husband was dead, but her children's father was dead as well, and she was being selfish. Dumping her bag, she rapped her knuckles lightly against the Parker's door.  She pulled her cardigan closer to herself, it was slightly frosty outside. 

I'm sorry dear. *cuddle*

pffffffft I bet you're so pretty))

HOW IS THAT CUTE? What is my life anymore?))

She nodded once a huge smile on her face. "And how are you Peter?" she asked as she looked around.