Father sits up,
back flat against the seat,
peripheral vision allows his viewing,
of the little ,
she is smiling,
but inside of her a million tears drop,
he begins the conversation,
too curious of his ex-wife's life,
it's not the 's job,
she is not the go-between
Mother leans back,
body relaxing in leather glory,
the daughter stares blank into her eyes,
she isn't smiling,
nor is mother,
as mother cries and questions the locations of the father,
and the women by his side,
Lindsey shakes her head,
she is not the go-between