Anne hugged the woman in return and then as if on cue, she began to cry. She didn't mean to. But she had really missed Mrs. Blacke, and it was as if with those big strong arms around her, she was safe enough to let it all out. Out it came. Her shoulders shook and her tears spread into the fabric on Mrs. Blacke's shoulder. She sniffed as she tried to regain herself. "I'm sorry."