Olivia (Logan 5)

Olivia. You were never one to ignore the hand before

your eyes. All these years, whenever I refused to see

hardships or pain, disappointments and defeats, you

would chastise me. Stop pretending, Mother, you would say. It doesn't make it disappear if you ignore

it. It's still there. Remember?"

"Yes, but . ."

"Well, I have come to a point in my life when I

have to follow your good advice, Olivia."

She turned to gaze at her rose-tinted glasses,

sitting atop her bedside table.

"There's no point in putting them on now. It

won't change things. Living in my own imaginary

world was comfortable, but it wasn't the right thing to

do. I always knew that, Olivia. The truth is I was

selfish. In that respect Belinda is more like me than

she is like her father. Funny," she said with a small,

weak laugh, "you turned out to be more like him. It's

pleased him. I know. It's made him feel better about

what he did years and years ago," she said, her eyes

out of focus now as she gazed at pictures inside her

head.

"What do you mean, Mother? What did he do

years and years ago?"

Her eyelids fluttered and she turned to gaze

back at me, her face now full of resignation. "I am dying, Olivia. Doctor Covington was here

earlier and you know how brutally honest he can be.

It's his philosophy to be direct and honest with his

patients."

"Mother . ."

"No, no, the results are in again and they're not