Ruth: Oh my God, Mother!
Connie: Do you want to hear my story or not?
Ruth: Yes, but I don’t want to hear about you…doing …. that…
Connie: Well it’s part of my story, and sex is a natural part of life. You and your sister were not immaculate conceptions…
Ruth: (interrupting) Fine, just continue.
Connie: I was his model and we had been lovers for about two years when I had a pregnancy scare.
Ruth: You what! You preach about birth control all the time. . .
We discussed marriage, and god he was really dragging his feet. I remember it was early autumn, the tourist were all leaving, he had spent much more time in New York than usual. I was not feeling well emotionally or physically. I was totally stressed, I knew I didn’t make enough money selling pottery to support a child, so I got a job at the restaurant.
He came home one night and told me we were going to get married the next morning. I was in shock, but it was what I had asked for, so we went down to the justice of the peace and got married.
Ruth: No wedding? What did Grandma and Grandpa say?
Connie: (sighs a long sigh) Nope, just the JP and two clerks as witnesses. And luckily, I waited a while before I told my parents.