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Monologue Mania Day # 184 by Janet S. Tiger Ella's Side of the Story Aug.15, 2014
Ella's Side of the Story
A monologue by Janet S. Tiger © all rights reserved
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(Ella comes front and center. All eyes are on her as she looks at T and
rubs her hands together. She stands straight, then swallows hard and
opens her mouth. Nothing comes out. She takes another deep breath,
and yes, she, too, has a Southern accent.)
I don't mind writin these stories
down. And I don't mind T sharin these stories. But the only person
on this earth who has ever heard me tell this story is...T.
You heard about
……the fingers. Well, it started when I
made a mistake.
(She takes a deep breath)
Funny after all
these years how hard it is to admit that.
But it’s true. A mistake that is
still affectin us all these years later……
My daughter,
Lena, went to help out at Fitzhugh’s place startin when she was eleven. I knew the rumors about him, but we needed
the money for Lena’s brother’s operation on his feet. So I didn’t pay as much attention as I should
have.
So I ended up
payin in the end.
And Lena paid
more. And we are still payin for my
mistake.
You see, Lena
was a good girl, and she liked Mr. Fitzhugh, who gave her not only money, but
candy, and the attention she never got from her own Daddy, who left when she
was nine.
So when I found
out what was goin on……well, the rest you know about, except for Lena. She didn’t know what was gonna happen, so
when she didn’t have her time of the month, I knew. And I sent her away up north, to Detroit. Nowadays it’s different. Movie stars and people in the hair place all
have babies that have no daddies, and there is no shame anymore. But that’s what people did in those days,
they went away, so no one would know what happened.
So I sent Lena
to stay with my sister. And I went over
to Mr. Fitzhugh and told him what happened, and he was drunk. And he didn’t care. And I took that knife and chopped off his
fingers because that way, everyone would know what he’d been doin.
Because people
already knew. And no one tried to stop
him, ‘cept me and my knife.
(She wipes her eyes)
So Lena, my 14-year-old baby, had a baby.
Mr. Fitzhugh’s baby. A lovely
baby boy. And it was a lovely color,
like caramel in milk. And my sister knew
a woman who couldn’t have babies, and that woman raised this beautiful little
boy and he grew up into a very handsome young man…..
(She puts her hand on T’s arm.)
…………who is now
married to T’s granddaughter,……your daughter, Vivien. And so, because of the fact that my Lena
liked her candy……we are all related by blood.
Your daughter is
carrying T’s and my blood, and that is the future of this family.
(She turns to sit down, looks back)
Maybe, just
maybe, I didn’t make such a bad mistake……
(She sits heavily, lights down on this
scene)
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Janet S. Tiger 858-736-6315
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8
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