Eve's Bayou Page #6

you're dead, Louis.

Come on, Daddy, let's go home.

Please.

Okay, baby.

Night, Matty.

No!

Eve:
Daddy!

No!

All:
"Our Father,

Who art in Heaven,

hallowed be Thy name.

Thy kingdom come,

thy will be done

on Earth as it is

in Heaven..."

No!

"...as we forgive those

who trespassed against us.

And lead us not

into temptation,

but deliver us from evil,

for Thine is the kingdom,

and the power,

and the glory

forever and ever."

Amen.

(Roz softly hums)

Last night, I had a dream

that I was flying.

It was such a fine feeling.

But in the corner of my eye,

I saw a woman drowning

in the very same air

that was keeping me afloat.

And I knew, without looking,

it was me.

Should I save her?

And then I heard

Louis' voice saying,

"Don't look back."

So I kept on flying...

and I let her drown.

When I woke up...

I told Julian

I would marry him.

He wouldn't have it

any other way.

Maybe God will be kind

and allow me to go with him.

I'm so tired of being

left alone.

Your daddy gave me

a message for you.

"Tell Eve I still

owe her a dance."

"To Mozelle."

"Mozelle, it's been two hours

since we spoke

and finally, I feel

calm enough to write this.

I realize that your accusations,

however shocking and cruel,

stem from some

weakness in myself

that allows you to believe

the worst of me.

As you and I know,

I'm just a small-town doctor

pushing aspirin to the elderly.

But to a certain type

of woman, I'm a hero.

I need to be a hero

sometimes.

That's my weakness.

That much is true.

But how, Mozelle, could I have

sunken your estimation

to the leechy depths

where you would accuse me

of deliberately abusing

my most beloved child?

I am guilty in the sense

that I adore her,

and I allowed her

to adore me.

It was a sweet

indulgence,

but nothing

in her behavior

prepared me for what happened

the night of the storm.

Roz and I had

a terrible fight

and I guess

it was inevitable.

I knew Cisely could never sleep

through a fight like that.

So, I wasn't surprised

when she came downstairs.

Maybe I was even

waiting for her.

I let myself wallow

and feel comforted.

Mozelle, I swear...

the first kiss was

the sweetest kiss

a daughter could give

her drunk, guilt-ridden father.

A kiss of redemption.

And the next moment,

it had gone wrong.

From my scotch haze,

it took me a second to realize

that my daughter was

kissing me like a woman.

This is where

I blame myself.

I was so startled

that I hit her

and she fell to the floor.

The look she gave me

almost stopped my heart.

And I knew I had lost her.

Mozelle, I would give my life

to have that moment back.

I would hold her and comfort her.

We would talk through her confusion

and I'd put her to bed,

with the boundaries

between us intact.

I love her

more than my life.

I hope that one day,

she can forgive me.

I felt I could not

betray her again

by telling you or Roz.

Forgive me."

Eve:
Liar!

Red?

You lied to me about Daddy.

You lied!

Daddy wrote Mozelle

a letter!

- You lied!

- I wasn't lying.

I believed you...

and I hated him.

I hated him

for you.

He hurt me, Eve.

He hurt me so badly...

I wanted to die.

Tell me what happened.

Please.

I have to know.

I can't.

Please.

I don't know what happened.

I don't know.

- It's okay.

- I can't.

- I can't.

- It's okay.

Adult Eve:
Memory

is a selection of images,

some elusive...

others printed

indelibly on the brain.

Each image

is like a thread,

each thread woven together

to make a tapestry

of intricate texture.

And the tapestry

tells a story...

and the story is our past.

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