Micky gasped. "You...know about that?"

"Of course I do," Janelle scoffed. "I'm not ignorant."

"But then...why'd you stay with Dad?"

"For you," Janelle sighed. "And I don't want to see you hurt by a Nesmith like I was."

"But Mom, I..."

"You what?"

Micky sighed. His voice shook with his confession.

"I like him."