Dorothy: Ma, how would you like to go out to dinner tonight with Angela and me?
Sophia: No.
Dorothy: Aw, come on, Ma. This isn't an easy time for any of us.
Angela: Forget it, Dorothy. I don't need her to be there for me. The shame is she wasn't there for Phil. When you wouldn't see me, you weren't seeing him. On the holidays, when he would try to pretend that everything was OK, deep down, it killed him that he wasn't with his family. My children really never got to know their grandmother because you didn't want to step foot inside my house. Well, it wasn't just their loss, Sophia. It was yours, too. So whatever I did, or whatever you think I did, I hope it was worth all the pain.