Angela wanted Monty go, a very soft, affectionate smile on her face before turning back to Sarah, his smiling widening a bit, "Dear, don't look so tense," She said as she motioned to the place next to her on the couch that she was sitting on. She could only guess what she had been told. There could have been a wide variety of things that she could have heard from either of her sons, and none of them that she could think of were exactly positive. "Whatever they told you, probably only about half of it is true," She said gently. "Well, perhaps 3/4ths, but I regret half of it."
All right. Maybe that wasn't the best way to start things, without a solid idea of what she had been told. But it was better to establish some basis no matter what. "They really are sweet, aren't they?" Angela asked as she looked toward the office, a gentle smile on her face. "They've inherited their uncle's geek gene. I suppose it's a right, really. They get it honestly."