Sonia feels her legs begin to sway, but she manages to look her father in the eye and speak without faltering.
“We all need to sit down and have this conversation,” she says. “The four of us. You and Mum, and Violet and I. It can’t wait any longer.”
Behind her, Violet slowly exhales. Sonia is achingly conscious of the warmth and scent of Violet’s skin, the strength and softness of her body, the rapid beating of her own heart. For one delirious moment she is weightless, her soul soaring on a tide of joy and freedom. Then she hears her mother’s gasp of anguish and sees the depth of the disgust in her father’s eyes, and she lands back in reality with a sickening thud.
“We will be doing nothing of the kind,” says Frank, his eyes bulging. “You and your…your friend are guests in our house, and are therefore under an obligation to respect our beliefs and standards of behaviour. And one thing we believe in very strongly is the sanctity of marriage between a man and a woman. Discussions about sexual perversions and immorality will not be tolerated. Do you understand?” “Well, I want you to understand something too. Roy and I are getting a divorce, ” says Sonia. “And Violet and I love each other.“
She doesn’t dare look at Estelle. She can hear her sobs, and the sound chills her bones.
"You are going to kill your mother,” says Frank. “I hope you’re happy.” “Dad, please-” “Haven’t you caused enough damage?” says Frank. “Please leave. Now.”
Sonia doesn’t move.
“NOW,” shouts Frank. Sonia trembles and moves towards the stairs. She stops at the top and holds her hand out for Violet to take. They walk out together, hand in hand, into the fresh air and the sunshine.
Based on the snippets of information that Sonia had provided about her parents, Violet had envisioned Frank and Estelle de Prima to be a pair of reactionary relics, trapped for posterity in a paranoid, xenophobic existence, all their energies spent bemoaning the disintegration of the traditional family and the threat posed to their way of life by liberals, socialists, and immigrants. Frank had been just as she had expected, although she had been surprised he had actually shaken her hand. (The reality was that he was a man who prided himself on his good manners, especially towards the fairer sex, and any lapse was perceived as a threat to the civilized order.) And now Violet is standing in the de Prima’s living room and Estelle is standing in the kitchen, looking small and frail, and blinking in confusion. The room is blanketed in intoxicating layers of smells, pie crust and fresh-baked bread and garlic and coriander. Michael Bublé croons innocuously from the stereo.
“Hello!” exclaims Violet. “You must be Sonia’s mother. I’m Violet. It’s lovely to meet you, Estelle!”
Estelle’s blinking intensifies. Sonia stands at the top of the stairs, unable to move. Her mother’s head swivels in her direction.
“Where are the children? Where’s Roy?” Estelle asks.
“We left the children at home,“ says Sonia. “And Roy….Roy isn’t coming, either.”
“But I made his favourite lemon chiffon pie!” says Estelle. She looks like she might cry. They can hear the thud of Frank’s footsteps coming up the stairs.
“It’s okay, Estelle, I love lemon chiffon pie!” says Violet. Estelle has so far refused to acknowledge her presence. She again addresses Sonia.
“Why aren’t Roy and the children here?” she says in a plaintive voice. Sonia looks helplessly at Violet, who gives her a smile of gentle encouragement.
“I’ll explain when we’re all sitting down,“ says Sonia.
Sonia’s mouth moves soundlessly, the coldness in her father’s eyes robbing her of coherent speech. Violet steps in to rescue her, her arms outstretched, her voice dripping with honey. “My name’s Violet, Mr. de Prima,” she says. “I’m so glad to finally meet you!” After a few moments’ hesitation Frank shakes her hand, while Sonia avoids making any further eye contact with him. “I was just telling Sonia how much I admire these lovely old brownstones,” Violet says. “Have you lived here long?” “Nearly forty years,” says Frank tersely. He turns to Sonia. “Sonia, please answer my question. Where-” Violet slips past him and up the stairs. Sonia feels giddy, as if she has just stepped off a roller coaster. “Sonia!” says her father. “I demand to know what’s going on!” Sonia throws her shoulders back and lifts her chin. Then she pushes past him to follow Violet inside.
“Here it is,” says Sonia. “The house I grew up in.”
Sonia has decided not to bring the children to her parents’ place today. It’s Apollo’s day off so Constance has come over to babysit. Sonia’s parents will be upset they were denied an opportunity to see their grandchildren, but Sonia figures their disappointment will be a mere drop in an ocean of regret by the time the day is finished.
“It’s just as I expected,” says Violet. “A bastion of middle-class respectability."
Sonia walks towards the steps then pauses.
“I-” she says. Violet waits. The water is close by, and seagulls wheel and cry mournfully overhead.
"I think I’m going to vomit,” says Sonia. “No you’re not,” says Violet. “Just breathe.” “Can we go?” says Sonia. “I’m serious. This was a really bad idea-”
The front door swings open to reveal Sonia’s father Frank, energetically waving. “Hello, my dear!” he calls out in a jovial voice. Sonia waves limply in return. Violet smiles as widely as her distrust will allow. Frank stares at her as she and Sonia climb the front steps.
“Who’s this, Sonia?” says Frank. “And where are Roy and the kids?”
“You’d really do that?” says Sonia. “You’d really come to my parents’ with me?” “If you’re ready to tell them the truth about your marriage, and the truth about us,” says Violet. “But I don’t want you to feel pressured-” “I want to tell them,” says Sonia. Her teeth are gnawing at her bottom lip, which has started to tremble, but her voice is clear. “I want to tell them. I’m sick of living like this. I’m sick of feeling ashamed. I’m sick of not being able to stand up and look my parents in the eye and say ‘This is who I am.’ I’m ready, Violet. I don’t want to live my life as a lie any more.” “You don’t have to decide immediately,” says Violet. “You can take some time to think about it-” "No, I’m sure,” says Sonia. “I’m sure. I love you, Violet. With you by my side, I can do anything.”
“Well, I’d better be heading back home before Saoirse calls out a search party”, says Roy. “Thanks for dinner, hon. I’ll be over at around 2.30 tomorrow to pick up Angus and take him to the game, okay?” Sonia is stacking the dishwasher and doesn’t answer. “Right, then,” says Roy. “I’ll just go and say goodbye to the kids and then I’ll be off.” Sonia waits until they hear his footsteps creaking above their heads and then turns to Violet. “So now we know why he bought a new Ferrari,” she says.“To bolster his poor ego.” “So you don’t believe him either?” says Violet. “Not a single word,” says Sonia.“I knew it wouldn’t last. Any fool would have known that.” “Why don’t we invite them both around for dinner?” says Violet. “Then we’ll find out for sure.” “Over my dead body.” “But if they’re not together anymore-” “He’d probably pay her to come with him, just to perpetuate the lie,” snorts Sonia. “Isn’t that the pot calling the kettle black?” says Violet. “I mean, you wanted Roy to go with you to your parents’ place tomorrow, which is also perpetuating a lie-” “It’s not the same thing!” shouts Sonia.“Why are you on his side?” “I’m not on his side,” says Violet. “I’m just making a point. And don’t scream at me like that. I know you’re stressed about seeing your parents tomorrow, but there’s no need to be such a bitch.” “Sorry,” says Sonia sulkily. They hear Roy yell out a cheery “BYE- BYE!” from the hallway, and then the front door slams. Sonia turns away from Violet to wipe down the counter tops. The raucous throb of the Ferrari’s engines as Roy accelerates through the gates makes the window frames rattle. “Babe?” says Violet, after the noise has receded. Sonia turns around, her face a mask of rigidly controlled emotion. “I want to come with you to your parents’ place tomorrow,” says Violet. ”If you’re ready to tell them the truth, that is.“
![[previous]“You’d really do that?” says Sonia. “You’d really come to my](https://64.media.tumblr.com/09f6746a388e630595dbe1f55750896d/a10fe82032eef32c-89/s1280x1920/400da4d84e4005b8355f53f9a8b4119745123360.jpg "[previous]“You’d really do that?” says Sonia. “You’d really come to my")
![[previous]“You’d really do that?” says Sonia. “You’d really come to my](https://64.media.tumblr.com/404e6086cd02c6e822fb7bc56b19c8ba/a10fe82032eef32c-e6/s1280x1920/24dd6cacd9705eba52633ce3535f27527f96b0cf.jpg "[previous]“You’d really do that?” says Sonia. “You’d really come to my")
![[previous]“You’d really do that?” says Sonia. “You’d really come to my](https://64.media.tumblr.com/7667dd970be5f47da8c186098aaa635c/a10fe82032eef32c-a1/s1280x1920/51fa1f34fb55169c4c6cd4dc4cb29d979d1c3afa.jpg "[previous]“You’d really do that?” says Sonia. “You’d really come to my")
![[previous]“You’d really do that?” says Sonia. “You’d really come to my](https://64.media.tumblr.com/f29703b4faece5c77112c3780dda0027/a10fe82032eef32c-e6/s1280x1920/9310d915acdb03afdc88cb219a8b5349334d22fd.jpg "[previous]“You’d really do that?” says Sonia. “You’d really come to my")
