I'm not sorry.

Becky sighs, "I'm not sorry."

"Huh?"

Becky replies, "I'm not sorry for what I done, to you or to anyone else, Karen. I know you want me to be. But I'm not. I was alone and felt humiliated by being the only one with small breasts."

"Becky you don't have small…."

"And with you having what….six children, seven children? I can't keep count anymore with seeing how you don't give details on Jake's delivery and how many there actually were besides him."

"Wait, how did you know about…."

"And I have none."

"It makes any girl go crazy, plus it didn't help that you and mom and rest of our brothers and sisters saw me as crazy. You even threw me in a mental institution."

"It was for own good. Mama was scared that you would hurt…."

Becky raise her hand, "It's all good sis, bridge under the water, but if you want me ask forgiveness from you or my other victims, then forget it. My anger, my pain, its all I got. It what keeps me going, it gives me my edge."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because your son is the same way. He won't let that pain go or that anger just because you want to make up. He believes that's what give him his edge and he's right and if you think he's going to say sorry for all the bullshit he did then forget it. Heck…" Becky chuckles as she sips her coffee, "Most of the shit he did was for the right reasons unlike some of the shit I done all because someone's bust size was a inch bigger then mine."

Mama looks at her sister as Becky then said, "So remember that, don't go easy on him and don't believe for a second if he apologizes to you because more then likely he just saying that to get your guard down as he will do anything to win even breaking his Mama's heart."

"Well that makes sense seeing how I did say I would marry his girlfriend if he lost."

Becky chuckles, "Ah, yeah still classy Karen. Still classy."

"Goodbye sis." Karen kisses Becky on the cheek. "Thanks for the tip. You can use Harold for the rest of the day. I got go prepare my little confrontation with my son."

Mama leaves as Becky smirks, "Good luck. You're going to need it."