"Who are you?" Lydia asked Jane, walking down the stairs. "And how do you know my son?"
"Your son?" Jane asked, stunned.
"Yes. These are my two boys. And you...I'm not sure what you want here...but if you don't get out of my home, I'm calling the police."
Jane paused. If everyone thought she was some kind of hooker, the police coming around wouldn't be good for her. But Mikey clearly recognized her, so it wasn't the whole world. "I don't want any trouble," she told Lydia. She knew where Mikey went to school, and how he got home...she could find him.
And part of her figured there was nowhere safer for the boy than with someone who thought she was his mother. She looked in her purse for proof of who she was.
