On Saturday I had the opportunity to renew my Good Daughter Merit Badge. Rick and I went and picked up St. Patsy at the Lakehouse where she spent a week with her sister and ladyfriend, and transported her back home. I'll let you decide if I earned it.
Main room of lakehouse. Older woman is bustling to pack up a mountain of luggage, baskets, tote bags, a cooler, etc. in preparation to leave. Younger woman observes with dismay, but wisely chooses not to remark upon the volume of stuff. She is, instead, having a glass of chardonnay.
Nance: Mom! You'll be happy tonight! Guess what's on TV!
St. Patsy: (looks up expectantly; is honestly excited) What? Give me a hint.
Nance: It's a Tragic Heroine Double Feature tonight on one of the old movie channels! Guess what's on.
St. Patsy: (smiling; really happy now) No! You mean on TNC?
Nance: (laughs) Mom! What the hell is TNC? It's "TCM" or "AMC". Turner Classic Movies or American Movie Classics! But yes, one of those, and I think it's AMC. Doesn't matter; you can look at the guide. Guess the movies. Remember, both are tragic female leads.
St. Patsy: (now completely not packing at all; unable to multi-task) Oh, well! Has to be Camille.
Nance: (proud, but a little surprised) Yes! Camille is the first one. What's the second?
St. Patsy: (leaning on a barstool now; thinking really hard) Now...is it...well, don't I even get a hint?
Nance: (teasing) What a wimp. Okay, here's your clue: Same leading man in both of them. Robert Taylor.
St. Patsy: (frowns; then brightens) Oh! Oh! Gotta be D-Day 6th of June!
Nance: What?! How is that a Tragic Heroine Movie? Now you're just grasping at straws! I'm so disappointed in you. I could not be more--
St. Patsy: (interrupts)--well, what's his character's name?
Nance: I don't know! Besides, that's not even fair. Here's your next clue: He is military and she--
St. Patsy: (triumphant) Oh, Waterloo Bridge! Oh, boy. I will be crying tonight! I better have plenty of tissues.
Nance: I know, right? I knew you'd be happy.
Interior of car on the ride home. Rick is driving, Nance is up front, St. Patsy is in the passenger seat, crowded by several pieces of luggage that would not fit in the hatchback of the Prius. Nance and St. Patsy have been reminiscing about the myriad car trips of her youth.
St. Patsy: (fondly) Remember taking the long way with your father down 511? It was way out of the way, but you kids put up with it because he would stop at the ice cream place and get you all a twist cone.
Nance: Yep. I remember.
St. Patsy: There were a lot of cows that way, Nance. (very bright and happy now) And those goats!
Nance: What? Why would you say that to me?
St. Patsy: Say what?
Nance: About the goats.
St. Patsy: What about them? There were always a whole bunch, remember?
Nance: Mom! I really cannot believe that you would be so cavalier in your mention of goats to me, considering my Childhood Trauma with them!
St. Patsy: What childhood trauma?
Nance: (turning fully around in her seat; indignant) What childhood trauma?! Don't you remember that travelling petting zoo at the mall when we were little and we went in to it and that goat ate my favorite dress that Grandma made me? How upset I was? How do you not remember that? Oh. My. God, Mom.
St. Patsy: (giggling) Oh that's right. I do remember that.
Nance: (aggravated and wounded) Holy crap, Mom. That was traumatic for me. And you are laughing! (more laughter from the backseat) Wow. I bet if it was Patti* who had her favorite dress eaten by a renegade goat, it would be a whole different story. Because Patti-- *(note: Patti is the eldest and perceived favorite daughter)
St. Patsy: (interrupts) --Oh, Nance! (begins to mock-sing a tragic violin/movie music interlude) Da da daaaa da da, da da da daaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
Nance: (horrified at her callousness) Mom! Really? First you don't remember my childhood goat trauma and then you mock me?
St. Patsy: (calm) But I remember your attraction to cattle.