Enconters

Peter: Frances, perhaps your sins are gone beyond the prayer of the lord.
Frances: I have begun to believe that and I am ever so lost.
Peter: (aside) the little lamb is lost.
Frances: Something else that has become of my mind is this strange remembrance. Every
time I go to place the milk outside the bakery down the lane I pass this broken bottle. I feel
like I have been the cause of this broken bottle, like it's somebody's heart and I'm about to
break it or have and I feel guilt and my body aches with pain. I feel like I've been there
before with a man, a man who says my dress is nice, that he really cares about me. He tells
me he has always loved me and always will and that I should remember that, perhaps it's him
I love, He says he will sin. He says he doesn't know why the Planets and God won't allow us
to be together. He kisses me and then it's blank. The remembrance is gone. I really feel like
this man is real, father and that it's true. I want to believe somebody can and does really love
me and care, but I cannot help to question why he wouldn't allow me really remember
(pause). Father why is it if you really love someone they can never really know? We don't
tell them and maybe they could need us and I mean I feel like I really love this man in my
dreams. Our love is always expressed in disguise. He will never know I love him though
because he will not let himself. Why can't we let people love us? I can't afford to wait
around. It's too painful.
Peter: Perhaps he is afraid Frances, in denial. Sometimes it's worth less to express love than it
is the sacrifice.
Frances: That is the answer I have begun to give myself. Although it makes no sense. What if
something happened and nobody else knew of what happened, what I feel me and my love
had, how much we had and that's now lost.
Peter: Perhaps he is mesmerised by your words of too many, perhaps this story is just a
product of your imagination. It sounds like this story is just something you tell yourself
because you know .... (Mumbling) David will never love you the way ... I do, the way I do.
Frances: Father, what did you say? I could not hear you. Did you say you loved me, Peter .. I
mean Father?
Peter: Frances see you are doing it again. You are creating what you want to believe. We all
do it Frances. However, we all do not go to the extremes you do. You are eccentric and it's a
curse, abnormal. That demon within you is making you think things that are not true and have
not happened. You are making false testimonies to yourself and concerning others around
you, the world. You need to stop.
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Frances: Father I don't understand. I don't know what to do. Please help me.
Ouchhhhhhhh, (Frances screams)
Father: Frances you need to go. Frances you need to forget. Frances you need to leave this
church, before your demons affect anybody else.