Post by ELLEN ELIZABETH WATSON on May 10, 2014 0:20:12 GMT -5
❊ HERE COMES THE FLOOD❊
Why do I feel like I'm dying? She looked into the mirror of her bathroom. Her blue eyes were dull. She hadn't slept in days, and she sure looked like it. Even the layers of makeup she had on couldn't conceal that. Gabriel was gone. Lawson was gone. Victoria was gone. Marcus was gone. Only Natalie remained, and she too had been quiet these past few weeks. Ellen felt completely alone for the first time in her life. It was funny, how she used to dream of being perpetually alone. She used to find solitude appealing, but now she realized how absolutely horrid it would be. There was no laughter or love or really anything at all. Only silence. And in the silence, Ellen was left alone to her own thoughts. Her thoughts were horrifying. They did not make for pleasant company, and she feared what would become of her if she continued on like this. It made her shudder to think Lawson was off living and surviving without her. That she hadn't heard Victoria's voice in over two weeks, or that her son wanted nothing to do with her. She could hear her mind taunting her. Oh Ellen, you're so, so irrelevant.
As she stood there, in the impenetrable silence, she wanted to die. She absolutely wanted to die, and she was certain she'd probably go mad if she didn't. She was a monster. At least she felt like she had become a monster. Both Gabriel and she were monsters. That's why her ex-husband had been killed. She was certain of it. She had driven everyone who cared for her away. Gabriel had done the same, and he was now out of the world. Perhaps they were always destined for each other? How painful could death be anyways? Dying right after Gabriel would be a fitting death. Both of them were out of their minds and they both managed to make messes out of their lives. It would be fitting to go now. Ellen was certain she would have done it had she not heard Natalie calling for her. She snapped out of it. Jesus Ellen, you're not going to kill yourself. Not when you still have a daughter who needs you. Who wants you, she thought. Quickly, she sprayed a bit of perfume onto her neck and left her room. She needed to leave this house before something happened.
She descended the stairs and gave her daughter a hug. They were both on edge today. Ellen figured a lot of people in the Andrews family were on edge. Today was Gabe's funeral. Ellen had been dreading it all week. She looked into Natalie's eyes which were overflowing with tears. Ellen had to bite back her own, but she had to. You must be strong. You aren't allowed to cry, not when you have her to look after. Gently, Ellen lifted her hands to Natalie's face and wiped away the tears, giving her a sad smile. They'd get through today together, hand in hand. Ellen grabbed Nat's hand and squeezed it tightly before leading the two of them out to her car.
Natalie looked so much like her. Scarily so. Marcus took after his father, but still had some of her traits. But Natalie--Natalie was her doppelganger. She was an exact carbon copy. She had thick, luscious auburn hair and bright blue eyes. Ellen loved to brush that hair every night before her daughter went to bed. Natalie used to love it when she did that. And then she grew up. After she hit middle school, she no longer wanted her Mother to brush her hair. There were so many things Mother wasn't supposed to do anymore. Her daughter had gone through a period where Mother was invisible and did not matter. It broke Ellen's heart because she loved her daughter so very much. She knew eventually Natalie would come back to her. And if she didn't, Elle would always be there with her. Natalie had her blood coursing through her veins. But the woman felt in her heart it would never come down to that. They had grown close these past few weeks. Not by talking, but by actions. She'll always come back to me, Ellen thought to herself. She prayed Victoria and Marcus would too, but she knew Natalie always would. Natalie was her child. She always had been, even when she was still married to Gabriel.
As she drove to the church, she felt the tears begin to form. She desperately wanted to cry, but she knew she couldn't. Not right now. She sniffed back the tears, tensing up the entire car ride to the church. She took a deep breath before approaching the doors of the church. You can do this, you have to do this. She looked around. Members of the Andrews family were sprawled all over the churchyard: Laurence hugging a hysterical Mary, Clara trying to get her child to quiet down, relatives Ellen had met years ago catching up with cousins or second cousins they most likely hadn't seen for years. It was so sad how the only thing that brought families together were funerals. Ellen looked around frantically, trying to find someone to talk to. Instead, a familiar face approached her, an old friend from Yale. She remained by his side through most of the event. Neither of them spoke much to each other. But they had one thing in common: they were outsiders here. Ellen was an Andrews once, but now she was no longer that. She was a stain in their family, and she knew the majority of Gabriel's family probably didn't even want her here. She didn't blame them. She was partially to blame for Gabe's death. If only they hadn't married. If they hadn't married, he'd probably be happier. After all, he only turned to alcoholism after over ten years with her. She was the problem. She was always the problem.
When the service started, she took her seat, wedged between Natalie and her old Yale friend. Mary, Laurence, Clara, and Lawson walked down the aisle as members of the family. Ellen couldn't even look when Lawson passed her. Surely he wanted nothing to do with her now. The minister began speaking. A song was sung, a Eulogy given, but it was all a blur to Ellen. Her mind could not process what was going on. She didn't even see that her daughter was sobbing next to her. Her face was stone, her heart a block of ice. She was nothing but a shade of the woman she once was. She was a woman who had lost too much, a woman who couldn't feel anymore. All that was left was a body. Robotically, she stood when the minister released the crowd. A few people talked to her, but she couldn't recall even a word of any of the conversations.
The massive crowd of people migrated towards the reception area. Some reminiscing on Gabriel. Telling stories of how he'd play doctor all the time or how he'd cause mischief amongst other neighborhood children. Ellen cracked an ever so slight smile. She had some stories of her own, but she thought it would be best not to share them. Not when most of these people had preconceived ideas of her. No, it was best to keep it all inside. When she got to the reception hall, she took a seat beside her same friend. She chose the least intimidating table; they were all distant relatives. Mary stood up to give a speech. Ellen couldn't look at the woman.
We are all gathered here today in remembrance of our beloved Gabriel....
Ellen sat there, a blank look in her eyes. She wasn't registering anything. And then her daughter was nudging her. She looked up, everyone was staring at her. Mary's brown eyes wide.
As all of you know, Gabriel had a wife and three children. They divorced, but Ellen is here today with her daughter. Wouldn't Ellen like to speak?
She looked around. No. No, I don't want to get up and speak you stupid bitch, Ellen thought to herself. Natalie nudged her up. "Mom, get up," she said. Slowly, Ellen approached Mary. She knew this was not going to end well. Not at all. Mary gave her a hug before giving her the floor. Ellen stood there, staring blankly at the massive crowd of people. A massive crowd being thirty or forty, but right now it felt like over one hundred. "Uh," she started. "Uh. Well, obviously this is a very hard time for everyone here. Gabe was very young," she was sweating. She couldn't come up with anything to say. "Gabe and I. We. We were married right after college," she said. "And we were married for fifteen years. But then we divorced. Our marriage was pretty nice I guess," she said, gulping. Pretty nice? What is wrong with you? "We adopted Victoria and had Marcus and Nat," she could tell everyone was cringing in their seats. But she honestly couldn't think of anything else to say. She looked around and saw pictures of him everywhere. His stupid blue eyes and brown hair. That smile that always made her weak in the knees. "Actually, I'm lying. Our marriage wasn't pretty nice. It sucked. We hated each other, and he cheated on me, and he drank a lot, so I'm really not surprised he managed to get himself killed in an accident like this. He was careless like that. He also had a temper. He broke a lot of things," she knew she was out of line now. "And he sort of hit me and treated me like his property. Sorry if I'm not beating myself up with grief," she said before walking away.
She ran for the bathroom, the tears beginning to flow from her eyes. That last statement had been a complete lie. Her entire body ached with grief. But nobody could see her like this. Nobody was in the bathroom right now, so she could be alone. She was crying. She hadn't cried like this in years. Her hands were shaking and her breaths shallow. I don't deserve to be here, she thought to herself. She could hear the chattering outside the door. She could hear how mad people were at her for disgracing not only their family, but their prized king's funeral as well. But Ellen couldn't help it. She hated her ex-husband. It took her until now to finally realize how much she hated him. She hated everything about him. His arrogance, the cold look in his eye, how he thought she belonged to him, the double standards that he practiced, the fact he found her incompetent because she struggled to have children. But she loved him too. He was smart, handsome, understood her insanity, and loved her from such a primal place. But she wanted him gone. She wanted him dead. And she felt like a murderer because of it. She sobbed heavily. She knew she was having a breakdown. She knew this feeling, but it felt stronger than any of her other ones.
Her fingers gently ran across the bathroom mirror. You'll never be anything, she heard him say. Her fingers curled into a fist and hit the mirror, putting a small crack in it. You're irrelevant, completely irrelevant. You don't matter, he taunted. She hit the mirror again. You'll never leave me. I'm the only person who could ever put up with you. Another blow. You are nothing but a stupid silly little woman. You'll never be anything more than that. Glass started to fly everywhere. You're a slut. Why would anybody want to be with you? She felt her hand numb. You are such a pathetic excuse for a human being. A waste of space. You're lucky you married me. You're lucky you belong to me now, without me you'd be nothing. She backed up against the wall and slowly slid down it. She was out of breath. "I'm glad you're dead," she whispered.
WORDS: 2012 (told you it was a monster) TAGS:LAWSON RAYNARD ANDREWS NOTES: I miss her so much, it's creeping me out.
Post by LAWSON RAYNARD ANDREWS on May 11, 2014 12:57:26 GMT -5
Lawson had been running on automatic for the past few weeks since he found out his brother was killed in a car accident. He'd immediately had to wonder if it was from drunk driving- on his brother's part. He hated to think that way, but Gabriel was a drinker. At least, he had been. Lawson didn't know if he'd sobered up for his career as a doctor; he could only hope so. He missed Ellen like crazy but he knew now wasn't the time to try and patch things up. She would be a wreck and he'd be afraid Ellen didn't love him anymore. Not a good combination. He was staying at his parents' house and his mother went from acting like he was her long lost son, to acting like he didn't exist. His father, on the other hand, acted normal. Which, in all honesty, was something Law greatly appreciated and needed at the time. Sure they'd discussed things deeply, but then they'd return to normal. Law could see that his dad also didn't know how to feel, but Law could never remember if his parents had seen how bad Gabe had gotten. He wouldn't be the one to bring it up, though.
He left for the funeral with his parents, his dad driving the car. Law had offered to drive but the look on his dad's face told Law that he needed this bit of normalcy, too. Understandable, so Lawson sat in the back with his mother. He held her hand and she gave a slight squeeze but that was it. Law really wouldn't have had anything to say, anyway. When they got to the church they immediately went into a room away from everyone else. Lawson hugged his sister and his niece before going into another room with the casket in it. It was open so the finishing touches could be put on the body, and Lawson had to admit it was kind of creepy being alone. The viewing had been odd, too; Law had never been to many funerals so he wasn't used to it. He slowly walked over to the casket and placed his hands in his pockets, but he would occasionally take them out to gesture while he spoke and paced. "You know I may be mad at you but you're still my brother and I hate seeing you in a casket," he huffed out. He could feel the tears burning behind his eyes and he took a deep breath and blinked a few times. "Ah, man… You know I didn't say anything at the viewing because there were other people around, but now it's just you and me." He motioned at the two of them while Gabriel's eyes remained closed. Seeing as he was dead, that was probably a good thing. "I really have no idea what to say, Gabe. You've left me speechless. Me. Speechless. You happy? Congratulations, you're one of the 'happy few' to make Lawson Raynard Andrews, high school history debate maker, speechless! I know you probably can't hear a word of this, but I'm saying it anyway. You have no idea how much I regret not telling you this while you were alive-" He had to lean on a chair before continuing. "And I honestly think that's what hurts the most. Right now, anyway. Gabriel, we were so close when we were children, and then something happened to you in high school. We drifted, and when college came? Huh, forget about it." He swiped his hand in front of himself. "Then you had to go and marry the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, but at the time it didn't bother me. And as I came to find out just how intelligent she was, I knew I wanted a woman like her. But when I found out you were treating her badly? I was furious. I wondered how my brother, an Andrews, could be so stupid to actually do something like that. You lost her, Gabe. You pushed her away, and you were angry when someone else came in and treated her like a human being? Yeah, I'm your brother and I began dating your ex-wife, but I've asked forgiveness for that. I tried living without her to see if it was just a phase but it wasn't. I can't breathe without her, Gabriel. You could, and that's a shame for you, but a blessing for me. I don't hate you, Gabriel. You're my brother, and I love you. But I hate what you've become. During college I didn't recognize my brother anymore and by the time we stopped keeping in touch you were a complete stranger. Then as the years went by it was like you'd died, but then you show up again. What are the odds, huh? What, did you feel it in your bones that Ellen was happy? With your brother? Oh, that calls for a move down to Wentworth! Then, as you make it seem like we're preparing for war -crushing any hope I had of us reconciling, by the way- you die. Just like that- you're gone physically. Not just emotionally anymore. I don't think Mom and Dad ever experienced that with you, and I'm glad they didn't. They'd have been so heartbroken… More so than the fact of your physical death. It still took me by surprise, and I realized that any hope I had left of us reconciling was now gone. Forever. I really can't explain it anymore than that, Gabriel. Call me a bad person, but I feel like I'm actually handling this pretty well. Goodbye, brother." With that, he walked out, wiping the tears from his eyes. People were already starting to file in, and he scanned the crowd for Ellen, but he couldn't see her. He went back into the other room with his parents and sister and niece and waited for the service to start.
Then it was time to follow after the casket down the aisle, and Lawson could only look forward. However he did steal a glance Ellen's way but felt disappointment when she didn't look back. He couldn't take it personally, however. He knew that. He looked forward again before sitting with his family. The minister gave a good sermon and his dad had given a good eulogy, but Lawson would never forget the stone woman that had taken over Ellen that day, nor would he ever forget the sobbing Natalie. It was good she still didn't know her father's past.
At the reception, Lawson wasn't sure what to do or say. None of the people here knew about Gabriel's dark past, or his, for that matter. But Lawson didn't want them to know, but he didn't want them to think he was cold, either. Then his mother stood up and he couldn't help but notice how "we are gathered here today" was said at weddings and funerals. Joining life, and mourning life. It was a deep thought -to him, anyway- that he pushed away for later. When Ellen stood up, Lawson didn't even recognize her voice. He didn't like this stranger, and he was scared she would never come back. He winced at her speech, but he couldn't really blame her. If she was feeling only half as bad as Lawson thought, he knew she didn't know what to say. His eyes widened as Ellen blurted out the truth, but he was kind of glad she'd said it. It justified her speech, so to speak. His eyes flew to Natalie but he couldn't gauge her reaction; she was probably upset and shocked, though. He'd have spoken to her, but he knew he was the last person she wanted to talk to. Besides, he was more concerned about Ellen at the moment.
When he heard people talking angrily he began to get frustrated himself. He stood up and got everyone's attention before speaking. "Can I just say something? Look, everything Ellen said is true. My brother changed from the man you all knew him to be. He started changing in high school, and we started drifting apart. By the time he married Ellen, he stopped talking to me, and he treated her horribly. So if you want to mourn the life of the man you thought Gabriel was, be my guest. But just know that he has his dark side, too. 'Let he who is without sin cast the first stone'. We're all failures here, but we're also successes. Gabe was a good doctor, okay, but he wasn't the best husband. He used to be a good person, so celebrate what he used to be, if you want." There was a thoughtful silence and Lawson even saw a few heads nodding, but he didn't stay long. He left the room and looked around for Ellen, hearing glass break. That couldn't be good.
He followed the sound into the bathroom and rushed in. He saw the mirror and then Ellen on the floor and he took of his coat and put it around her. He didn't need to ask what happened, but he checked her hand to make sure it wasn't bleeding. "They're all hypocrites, Ellen. I could tell you the dirt on so many of them…" He chuckled slightly and shook his head, pulling Ellen close. He didn't know what to say; he knew nothing could take away the pain, but he wished he could. "I love you, Ellen." He kissed her temple. "I'm sorry, for everything. I hate seeing you like this. Want to just go home? My parents can drop Natalie off later." He hoped she would agree so they could talk things over. The distance between them had gone on for far too long. Right here by Ellen's side was where he needed to be, and he hoped that she saw that.
Post by ELLEN ELIZABETH WATSON on May 11, 2014 17:18:14 GMT -5
❊ HERE COMES THE FLOOD❊
She looked down at her hand. It was bleeding. She looked up at the mirror she had destroyed. Her hand should have hurt. She should be screaming in pain, but she wasn't. She felt nothing. She pushed a piece of her hair out of her face, smudging some blood on her cheek in the process. Right now she wanted to crawl into a hole and stay there forever. How was she going to leave the bathroom? She couldn't face a room of people who surely hated her now. She had ruined Gabriel's funeral. If Lawson hated her now, she wouldn't blame him. Elle knew there was no love lost between the brothers, but regardless of their relationship, it was a very childish thing for her to ruin someone's funeral. Elle knew it was childish, but she was so incredibly mad that Mary expected her to get up and speak. Was the woman expecting nice things from Ellen?
Ellen stared blankly into the distance. On the outside, she looked stone cold just as she had been throughout the entire service, but inside she was feeling so many different things. She was so mad. She was mad at Gabriel for dying like this. She was mad at herself for holding onto him as long as she did. They never had a chance to work out their marriage, not after how he treated her. She wished she could have learned to let go of him. She was mad because she held onto that monster for so long, but allowed herself to let Lawson go. She needed him now more than ever. She felt guilty for never telling Gabriel she was as bad at marriage as he was. And she felt like a sadistic person for feeling a tinge of happiness he was now dead. She didn't want to feel happy or even relieved that a living human being was now dead. But she couldn't help it.
Footsteps approached the bathroom door. Her eyes stared at the door. She was scared it would be Mary or some angry relative coming to get back at her for her failed speech. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw who it was. But she wasn't entirely certain if she was happy or not. The two of them had not ended on good terms. Most of that was her fault, not his. She always managed to mess up everything good in her life. Elle, sat up straight, but she was too tired to stand. She still had a blank look on her face. She had shut down long before this funeral. When he placed his coat around her shoulders, she neither accepted it nor did she shrug it off. She just sat there, trying to make sense out of what she was feeling. "They hate me now," she said, her voice disconnected.
She looked up at him when he said they were all hypocrites. Yeah, they probably were, but that didn't make her feel better. Ellen was never someone who wanted to compare her actions against others. The actions of Gabe's family did not dull her own actions. She had to be accountable for the cruel words she had spoken. "It doesn't matter. I was acting like a child," she said. If she wasn't so unlike herself right now, she probably would have wanted to hear the dirt Lawson had on his relatives. She let him pull her close. Not because she wanted the physical affection, but because she was too tired to pull away or protest. Honestly, she couldn't even feel his arms around her. She couldn't feel much of anything right now. "I'm a horrible, horrible person. I don't even deserve to be alive," she said softly.
A bit of warmth flowed back into her when he said he loved her. Those words from him always managed to make her feel better, even if it was only a little. She nodded when he offered to take her home. "Please, I don't think I can stay here," she said. She really did not want to stand up. Her legs felt boneless right now, but she didn't have much of a choice. Slowly, she tried to pick herself up, but she couldn't. She was halfway up the wall, and ended up falling back down to the ground. She grunted in frustration. Was she really getting that old? Her blue eyes looked up at Lawson's. There was no need for words now. When he scooped her up into his arms, she curled up into a ball, her head on his shoulder. Once they were at his car, she sat in the passenger's seat, knowing full well she'd never be able to drive like this.
Once he pulled in to her driveway, she got out of the car and walked to her front door. She opened the door and headed for the kitchen. She poured herself a glass of whiskey and downed it. She brought the bottle and her glass with her to the living room and took a seat. Ellen poured herself another drink and finished it off. "Is it horrible that I'm glad?" she asked, beginning to feel a little more. "He deserved to die. I know It isn't my job to judge, but I hope he burns in hell," she said. She felt a tingling feeling in her fingers. She looked down and noticed it was cut up. "Did I hurt my hand again?" she asked. She could vaguely recall breaking something, but she had not idea she had hurt herself this bad.
Ellen blinked a few times. She was beginning to come out of her stasis. It was the strangest feeling she had ever felt before in her life. Caught in the middle of apathy and emotion. She cleared her throat. "Did I ever hurt you as much as that? To the point of wishing I were dead?" she asked. Ellen knew she should have treated Lawson better when they were together. He loved her so fully, so deeply. He loved her more than Gabriel ever did, and she repaid that love back with jealousy and despair. It wasn't until she let go of him that she realized her heart beat only for him. She couldn't live without him, but it wasn't fair for her to say that now. Not after all the pain she had caused him.
Post by LAWSON RAYNARD ANDREWS on Jul 13, 2014 1:28:46 GMT -5
Lawson noticed that Ellen's hand was, indeed, bleeding. He sighed and shook his head as he stood up to get paper towels. When he wiped the blood away he checked her hand to see if there was any glass in it. There wasn't, and the gash didn't need stitches, either. He breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Ellen, almost glaring. "You need to stop doing these things to yourself. You're blessed that you don't need stitches." His voice was firm but caring; it definitely showed his concern. At Ellen's words, Lawson placed his hand gently on top of Ellen's good one. He kept applying pressure to the cut hand. "They don't hate you. If they do, they hate me, too. Actually they hate a lot of people who see the truth." He chuckled again. "What could you do, though? Maybe they needed to see you in that state in order to finally wake up." Thankfully Ellen allowed him to hold her close to him; he'd been afraid she'd push him away.
Ellen's next words scared him and made his blood run cold. His grip on her tightened protectively and his eyes darkened. "Don't you ever say that again! Do you hear me? Don't talk about yourself like that. We've all made mistakes and done things we aren't proud of, but they make us stronger and help us make the decision to not do it again. I'd fall apart without you, and so would your children. And your students." He'd heard the students talk about how Ellen helped them grow so much and his heart had welled with pride.
Thankfully Ellen wanted to go home but before Lawson could pick her up, she was trying to stand. He watched in concern as she tried to stand and couldn't help but think that she looked like a puppy dog when she looked at him with her big blue eyes. "Come here," he said sweetly, gently scooping her up bridal-style. "One of these days I'll be carrying you like this over a threshold." It was a relief to not have to argue with Ellen about who was going to drive. When they got to the house, Lawson watched Ellen walk to the driveway. He would've helped her, but she was independent; that wasn't such a bad thing, anyway. It was a relief to see that she was able to walk. He followed her into the kitchen and raised his eyebrows when he saw her down a glass of whiskey. When she took the bottle into the living room, Lawson slowly followed her over there, eyeing her to see what she'd do next. To an outsider it would look like a new owner bringing home a new dog or cat and being anxious to see what the pet did first. He sat down next to her and took hold of the bottle when she poured herself another glass. "I think you've had enough for now." The last thing he wanted was for her to get drunk. Not to mention the fact that she was be destroying her liver little by little.
He listened to her speak and sat in quiet contemplation. Were those rhetorical questions or was he meant to answer them? It couldn't hurt to try. "I don't think you really know what to feel right now, Ellen," he said cautiously. "I know you, and you're not the kind of person to say those things." He was careful not to add "when you're in your right mind". "You're grieving and in shock from the suddenness of it all. I am, too. We all are. I know that either tomorrow or whenever your mind gets clear you'll take back those words." He hoped she did, at least. After all, he hated his brother's ways, but not his brother himself. As he thought about it, he felt sad for his brother's lost soul and hoped he'd made things right with it before he'd died. Lawson's eyebrow raised when Ellen glanced at her hand. "Yeah, you broke the mirror before I found you. Please don't ever break me." It was humorous but he was also being serious. Ellen could get violent when she was angry, but Lawson doubted she'd ever get physical with him.
Now that question definitely wasn't rhetorical. Lawson shook his head and moved closer to Ellen. "No, you never did. Granted, I don't wish people were dead." He smiled slightly. "But in all seriousness, you never hurt me that badly." Now she'd made him wish he were dead, but that was his own problem that he was able to overcome with therapy. Speaking of which… No, he shouldn't mention it now. Maybe tomorrow. But how long were they going to put the topic off? Ellen would feel so much better when she got help, but she was so against it.
ELLEN ELIZABETH WATSON: That sounds familiar. I used to be that way. I still am, but I've learned to let go a little.
Sept 18, 2013 22:33:39 GMT -5
EMMA GRACE DANVERS (GOODMAN): Alec is too good to me, how did I deserve him. I'm such a perfectionist that I am afraid to screw up
Sept 18, 2013 22:30:10 GMT -5
ELLEN ELIZABETH WATSON: Everyone screws up. I've screwed up so many times I can't even keep track, but you just have to pick yourself up and learn to forgive yourself which can be the hardest thing to do
Sept 18, 2013 22:28:38 GMT -5
EMMA GRACE DANVERS (GOODMAN): Thank you so much Ellen. I know Alec is there to encourage me, but sometimes I feel he's put me on this great mother pedestal. I'm afraid of screwing up.
Sept 18, 2013 22:25:29 GMT -5
ELLEN ELIZABETH WATSON: I wouldn't worry too much Emma. You're very maternal, something I never was, and I managed to do it alone. If you ever need to talk about parenting, I'm always here
Sept 18, 2013 22:10:52 GMT -5
EMMA GRACE DANVERS (GOODMAN): I'm just worried about being a good mother. Since my own mother is no longer here to advice me. I just want to do her proud *nervous look*
Sept 18, 2013 22:09:25 GMT -5
EMMA GRACE DANVERS (GOODMAN): well I think Alec will be worried when it comes to that age. He'll probably buy a shotgun and ward off any boy who comes a courting.
Sept 18, 2013 22:08:32 GMT -5
ELLEN ELIZABETH WATSON: -laughs- you don't have to worry about that for a while. I told Victoria when she was going into sixth grade, but I think it also depends on the child
Sept 18, 2013 22:07:23 GMT -5