daughters and sisters (2) the ambush

PAUL: How did you it over to her?
FRANCES: I it in a backpack and I went down to her school and her.
PAUL: What do you mean?
FRANCES: Well, if I'd told her I was coming, she never would have stayed .
PAUL: I see. You wanted to catch her guard.
FRANCES: Pretty . Anyway, she was out front, chatting with some friends. I watched her for a while.
PAUL: What is she like when she's not you?
FRANCES: If I didn't know her, I would have thought, what a wonderful self-assured young lady. Then I at her.
PAUL: Was she happy to see you?
FRANCES: She looked sort of confused, like she had to up her mind how to talk to me in front of her friends.
PAUL: And? She didn't you off, did she?
FRANCES: She did, actually. seconds, this confident young woman just evaporated in front of my eyes and she went back to being a sullen little brat.
PAUL: Well, that's the way it is. They're grown-ups around their friends, but they're still children with us.
FRANCES: I guess so. But it broke my heart.
PAUL: Of course it did. But don't yourself up over it. Your intentions were good.
FRANCES: Still, I should have seen it . Next time I won't get my hopes up.
PAUL: Has anything happened since then?
FRANCES: She texted me. "Thanks for bringing the scarf. You should call Trish. She's really sick. She looks like a ."
PAUL: How did you feel about that?
FRANCES: How do you think I felt? I haven't seen my daughter for months, not really, not in any way. She's been spending every waking minute with my sister. I finally out to her. I see her once, and what does she do? She texts me about Trish.
PAUL: I suppose it must have been hard to hear.
FRANCES: I couldn't even it in. I just texted Izzy back and said, you know, "Great seeing you, darling." And "I'll call Trish after the show."
PAUL: And did you?
FRANCES: No, I went out and got instead.