White Oleander Monologue
|White Oleander by Mary Agnes Donoghue|
|Age (range):||18 - 55|
Ingrid: How can you possibly have remembered this? It will only hurt you. Imagine my life, for a moment. How unprepared I was to be the mother of a small child. I was used to having time to think, and you just wanted, wanted, wanted. I felt like a hostage. Can you understand how desperate I was? I dropped you off at her house one afternoon to go to the beach with some friends, and one thing led to another... they had a place in Ensenada. It was wonderful. You can't imagine. To take a nap in the afternoon, to make love all day if I wanted and not have to think, "What's Astrid doing? Where's Astrid?" Mommy, Mommy, Mommy. Clinging to me like a spider. At the end of it, at the end, I just wanted to throw you against a wall.