Hi Cassidy!
Welcome to the board and thanks for the compliment.
(Burton and Caroline, sitting together at the bar at Incline -- she's drinking vodka on the rocks, he has whiskey)
B: What are we going to do about this?
C: (scoffs) we?
B: (in a huff) well, Louisa is your daughter .
C: Yes, she is
my daughter, my recently
divorced daughter -- I think she's quite enjoying her independence.
B: (shakes his head) she should have thought of that before...
C: (waves her hand in objection) oh no, Burton Fallin, don't you dare try and put this on Louisa -- your son is just as responsible as she is...
B: (takes a heavy swig from the half-empty tumbler, correcting her) my son is trying to do the right thing.
C: (eyes widen with fury, takes a sip of her vodka) you think I don't want Louisa to be married, to be happy?
B: Well, (pauses, is quite exasperated by the argument, looks over his shoulder and almost whispers) you certainly don't seem to be pushing her in that direction...
C: You've changed, Burton (sizes him up) you used to be a much more sensible man.
B: (looks at her, agitated) how am I not being sensible?
C: (reckoning from experience) I've told you, Burton, sometimes marriage just isn't the answer
B: (mumbling under his breath) yeah, trial by fire...
(a few days later, at F&F)
C: (sits down across from Burton in his office) I get the feeling this has nothing to do with my legal woes..
B: (pushes the folder he was perusing toward the edge of his desk)I was thinking we could discuss...
C: (feigning excitement) Oh great! Round 2...
B: Caroline (takes a deep breath, rubs his forehead) I'm being serious now...
C: (nods in agreement, but emphasizes) and so am I...
B: (hesitates) I'm concerned about the welfare of my grandchild...
C: (scoffs) what? are you saying that
my daughter would do something to..
B: (waves his hands in dismissal) no, no, no -- of course not, you know that I don't have any problem with Louisa -- hell, I damn near hired her myself...
C: (snappish) so what is your problem?
B: Well, (hemming and hawing) its more about security, and stability... long term.
C: Oh, Burton, (holier than thou) just say it -- its the power of the almighty Fallin dollar.
B:(trying to be realistic, without seeming too informed) Louisa has just been through a divorce, she's selling her home, she's terribly underpaid at Legal Services...
C: Burton, I will tell you two things about my daughter (clears her throat) 1. she is not like me, she does and will not marry for financial gain, and 2. she will not be bought. Louisa has never gone without, but she works for everything she has -- she will not let you try to upend her life.
B: (nervously fingering his mustache) will you just hear me out?
C: (shakes her head as she gets up from the chair) quite frankly, I think I've heard enough...
(A couple of days have passed, Nick is walking out of Fallin, sees Caroline passing down the sidewalk)
N: Caroline...
C: (turns at the sound of her name, waits a moment for him to catch up, starts walking again) Nicholas...
N: (catching his breath) You've been to see my father.
C: Yes, we've spoken (slightly agitated)
N: (nods) well, I want to marry her... and I've asked...
C: (stops in her tracks) I know.
N: (rubbing nervously at his nape) its not about upending her life.
C: (looks away a moment, distracted) than what is it? a sense of obligation -- she won't go for that...
N: (hurt, almost offended)Lulu, she knows what it is.
C: (shakes her head) Enlighten me, Mr. Fallin...
N: (looks at her, considers that perhaps Lulu was right with her earlier assesment of Caroline) you're not making this any easier...
C: What are you trying to insinuate, Nicholas? (points a very accusatory finger) And what right do you have to tell me what role I can play in my daughter's life?
N: (snapping) she's not a little girl anymore, you know... she can make decisions for herself...
(Later that evening, at Louisa's house)
C: (sitting at the kitchen table with a glass tumbler in front of her, pensive, looks over to Louisa, standing at the counter) do I influence your decisions?
L: (baffled) What?
C: Since I've been here, in Pittsburgh, (pauses a moment, takes a sip of her drink) does my presence influence your decisions?
L: (swallows hard, if ever there was a loaded question) your influence in my life hasn't always required your presence.
C: (considers Louisa's answer) how so? (can read Louisa's hesitation on her face) you can be honest...
L: (shrugs) well, you weren't around... much... if ever... -- but it didn't mean I wasn't affected by your mistakes, what was going on in your life, what you did, what had happened...I'd say it was all pretty influential...
C: (taking it all in, knowing she should've seen this coming) and now...
L: Its great to have you around, but (takes a deep breath) I'm not a little girl anymore...
C: (nods, takes another comforting sip from her glass) is that what you think I came back for? to regain the past?
L: (reluctant to look at her mother's face, afraid of how she will later react) well, you can't exactly amend it...