Daddy: It's the only way
Sis: No, it's not the only way.
Uncle: I agree with Jeanie.
Daddy: What!
Sis: Shh...You want Baby Girl awake all night again?
Uncle: Listen to me; you need to understand that she’s...
Daddy: Don't explain to me who my own daughter is!
Sis: Shh...
Sis: Not one of us in this room could even begin to explain who Baby Girl is.
Uncle: I know, that's not what I'm trying to do. I'm just trying to say that I know her to be the type who would never let on to others what she might have going on inside her head.
Sis: Yeah, and invading her space by merely discussing taking away her most personal thoughts was clearly not what she needed. Dad, she needs therapy, stability and understanding.
Daddy: No, she needs...
Sis: She's not a child you know.
Daddy: Yes she is.
Sis: No dad, she's not, despite how bad you want her to be one right now.
Momma: She's not my child, not any longer.
Sis: Jesus Christ mother, shut the fuck up and stop saying shit like that. Dad, will you please make her shut up with that? Fuck; what is wrong with you mother?
Daddy: She's my baby.
Sis: You can't protect her from what harm's already been done to her.
Daddy: I've made arrangements for her to stay with friends.
Sis: You can't just send her away like that dad.
Daddy: Yes I can.
Sis: Okay, maybe you can, but you know it won't make this go away.
Uncle: Nor will taking away her journals.
Daddy: I didn't take away her journals, remember?
Uncle: Oh yeah that's right, she burned them herself.
Sis: Yeah Dad, who the fuck could ever forget that shit huh?
Daddy: I think she did it because she's starting to come around.
Sis: Oh you think her little torching scene last night was her complying? You must be fucking kidding me! Why would you think that, because she didn't say one single word before, during or after she did it?
Daddy: She seemed calm to me. Reasonable.
Sis: Dad...The piece of paper she lit first, before she torched her journals? You did get a good look at what it was exactly; right?
Daddy: Yeah
Uncle: I didn't, why, what was it she used?
Sis: Tell him dad.
Daddy: Her birth certificate.
Uncle: Shit...
Sis: You should know by now, all of you should, MOM! Baby Girl has no problem whatsoever with being able to make considerably loud statements even if or when they're done in complete silence.
Uncle: Fuck...
Sis: Yeah, fuck is right. It really is too bad Dad that all those doctors you and mom sent her to as a kid never offered any kind of advice on how to get her to be quiet or how to talk when it was most convenient for you both; huh?
‘Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of its own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone.'
~Bergman, Legrand
