母親知道 [Gloria|Walter]
She’d been cooking.
Enough to feed the entire Vault.
Cooking and embroidering and dusting (the entire Vault). Gloria Mack was on a mission. That mission was to be patient. It wasn’t easy.
When the door opened she was sitting in a chair with her embroidery as if she was as calm and as poised as can be. This was because she’d had Old Lady Palmer sitting as a watch for her and as soon as she received word she’d stopped her feverish (violent) folding of blankets and sat down like she didn’t have a care in the world.
"Nǐ jiějiě yīzhí hěn xīngfèn zuìjìn." Your sister has been very excited recently.
"Xiǎo shǎguā," she chided. Little Fool. "Did you forget about your mother?"
But of course she threw aside (gingerly) her work and rushed him with a hug. “Nǐ zhèngzài chéngwéi yīgè nánrén,” she murmured. You’re becoming a man.
It was very, very clean in here. It always was but he could sense it, she'd been doing her thing again, that motherly thing where they couldn't just stop fussing. It was understandable though and he did feel somewhat guilty. He was going to tell her, he didn't mean to make her thing like he'd forgotten her.
"Wǒ yào gàosù nǐ!" I was going to tell you, "Wǒ gānggāng zhēnshi máng de dōngxī--" I've just been really busy with stuff. Busy and stressed, especially with Mac's diva fits. "I'm sorry."
The hug comes as no great surprise and he instantly returns it to her, stooping a little to match her small stature. "I guess." because it was suddenly true. "I should have told you sooner."