White Oleander Monologue
|White Oleander by Mary Agnes Donoghue|
|Age (range):||18 - 55|
The Santa Anas blew in hot from the desert that fall. Only the oleanders thrived. Maybe the wind was the reason my mother did what she did. If it was, I wouldn't have known. I lived in her shadow then. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I know everybody thinks that when they're small, but she was the most beautiful woman most people had ever seen. He came into our lives without warning. She ignored him at first; he wasn't her type. We laughed about him, his persistence. "Never let a man spend the night," she said. "Never apologize. Never explain." She was breaking all her rules and it would change everything.