Berta hated herself the moment Beth started crying and she almost started bawling herself. She edged towards her, wanting to comfort her in this sudden onslought of crying and emotions. Maybe Berta didn't understand but it didn't mean that she didn't want to. Beth was a great friend, and she was hopeful it could progress. Then Beth handed Berta a picture and she stared at it, not understanding. "Is... he... your son or something?" That was stupid. Beth was too young.