When Connie is away from home she is a different person than who she is when she is at home around her family (Oates 291). When she is away from home she is a flirtatious young teenager begging for attention from boys. After Connie’s time with Eddie she looks back at where they were as if she were soaking in the good time she had there and did not want it to go away. When her sister asks her about her night the next morning Connie responds with “So-so” (Oates 292). Oates lets readers know that the time Connie did not spend out at the plaza with her girl friend she spent around the house dreaming about her boys (Oates 292). All of her time was either spent in her fantasy world or thinking about it. Connie’s mother would have to pull her back into reality by finding stuff to keep her busy (Oates 292). After Connie’s family went to the barbecue, Oates writes that “Connie sat with her eyes closed in the sun, dreaming and dazed with the warmth about her as if this were a kind of love, the caresses of love, and her mind slipped over onto thoughts of the boy she had been with the night before and how nice he had been, how sweet it always was…” (Oates
When Connie is away from home she is a different person than who she is when she is at home around her family (Oates 291). When she is away from home she is a flirtatious young teenager begging for attention from boys. After Connie’s time with Eddie she looks back at where they were as if she were soaking in the good time she had there and did not want it to go away. When her sister asks her about her night the next morning Connie responds with “So-so” (Oates 292). Oates lets readers know that the time Connie did not spend out at the plaza with her girl friend she spent around the house dreaming about her boys (Oates 292). All of her time was either spent in her fantasy world or thinking about it. Connie’s mother would have to pull her back into reality by finding stuff to keep her busy (Oates 292). After Connie’s family went to the barbecue, Oates writes that “Connie sat with her eyes closed in the sun, dreaming and dazed with the warmth about her as if this were a kind of love, the caresses of love, and her mind slipped over onto thoughts of the boy she had been with the night before and how nice he had been, how sweet it always was…” (Oates