Page 103 of Offensive Plays

“I will not have my son gallivanting with a whore. I refuse to let her trap another one of my son’s with a baby.”

Guests are halting their conversations to watch us. I feel their eyes on me.

I look around to see Libby and my father just a few feet behind us. Libby’s eyes are lined with tears and she’s shaking her head.

Then what my mother just said registers. “Another… baby? Mother what are you talking about?”

I hear Libby sobbing as she runs down the aisle and toward the parking lot. Her lavender dress blowing behind her.

Just as I’m about to chase after her, my father’s heavy hand lands on my shoulder to stop me.

“Enough,” he says to us both. “We talk about this inside.”

My mother scoffs.

“Constance, inside. Now.”

My father is not an aggressive man. But the way he just commanded us has both me and my mother following orders.

We march to Jonah’s suite, a separate small cottage near the gardens.

And I type out a quick text to Libby.

Me

Wait for me.

My father opens the door and Jonah’s groomsmen all stand at once.

“Out,” my father orders.

“What’s going on?” Jonah says, near the fireplace at the end of the room.

“Everyone out. I need to speak to my family. Alone.”

The men shuffle out and we step inside.

“What baby?” I repeat.

Jonah drops his glass and it shatters at his feet.

“You told him?” Jonah says looking to our mother.

“Told me what?” I say, my eyes volleying between them.

My mother just shakes her head. “She’s going to ruin him just like she tried to ruin you.”

Jonah looks at me. “You’re… with Libby?”

The look on his face is one of utter betrayal. “Jo, yes. I’m with Libby.”

He opens his mouth about to say something and then closes it.

“And she told you?” He asks me.

“Told me what?”

“Libby was pregnant with his child, just before they broke up,” my mother says. “She’s doing the exact same thing she did with your brother. Using you for your status.”