Signs of Why #1

Bree's brain was boiling. Her fingers' blood circulation was being cut off by the tight grip she had on her steering wheel. And worst of all, rubbing into her brain, was the fact that she had to tell everyone when she arrived home.
Everything was fine until an hour ago. Things were going normal in her and everyone's lives until that phone call ruined her week. Ruined her life is a better phase, actually.
After zooming down the wooden area road, the house finally came up on her left. It wasn't her house exactly. She has been sharing it three other people for nearly two years. Once college flew by, Bree and her closest friends bought a two-story blue house up in New York state. The location was necessary for multiple reasons, such as being an hour away from the city and still having the countryside effect.
But at the moment all Bree could replay in her mind the phone conversation she had at work.
"Mom?"
"Hi, Baby, how are you?"
"Um...fine. Why are you calling me so early in the day?"
"I just wanted to surprise you, but I know how much you hate that. So before my flight tomorrow I wanted to give you a heads up that I'm coming over for Thanksgiving! Doesn't that sound like fun?"
"Oh, yes it does." (No, I did not!)
"You know, I haven't officially seen your place. I can't wait to meet your friends!"
"Oh, I'm sure you can't."
"I'll see in two days. OK? Bye, Baby Bree!"
"Bye," I pipe, even though the phone line was already dead.
Nothing could be worse for Bree at that second. Nothing compared to the fact that her mother was going to show up and collide Baby Bree's life with Out-of-House Bree.
That is, until Bree saw them in the front yard.