1.11: Valentines




Mrs. Carr: But you know my situation, it can’t become something more or we can’t be friends.

Sophia: Why? Why do we have to lie about our feelings to be friends? Why is honesty such a bad thing? Valentines is just around the corner, isn’t this the time to be honest about…love?

Mrs. Carr: It’s not that simple.

Sophia: It is simple. You know what you feel and maybe it’s confusing because you feel it for me, another woman. And you’ve never–

Mrs. Carr: That’s not my problem.

Sophia: What?





Mrs. Carr: I don’t have a problem with being attracted to a woman, I never have. I guess when you’re a married woman with kids, the world assumes certain things about you, even if they aren’t true. See, when I was younger, there was once this girl, this girl named Maniya. I thought she hung the moon.

Sophia: That’s your daughter’s name.

Mrs. Carr: Yeah, I named her after her.

Sophia: You dated?

Mrs. Carr: No, we were only 11, we never got that far. It was really odd, just a summer before I had developed a crush on my future husband and then I go to middle school and become completely blown away by this girl, this popular girl. She had a falling out with a certain circle of friends and we became friends. She became everything to me, I adored being in her shadow. And then she had no more use for me, because she made up with the ‘popular’ group. I felt a lot of hurt when that happened, I was only 11 and had no idea what I was feeling, but it had all the pain of a break-up. It took me a few years to realize why it hurt so much, why I was so attached to her.

Sophia: I’m confused, are you saying you’re–

Mrs. Carr: A lesbian? No, I’m not. I don’t think so anyway. I mean I suppose there’s a label you can put on it, I never found much use in them. I had passing crushes on girls and guys my whole life, but I was never serious about a girl so, I thought, why rock the boat and have some big ‘coming out’ disaster? My mom couldn’t have handeled it. I guess in that respect, I just wasn’t as brave as you. But it really was no one’s business. Then I married my husband, I had my children. Actually that’s not right, I had children, married my husband, and had more children.


(Just then, Francisco entered the day care.)



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