Janice: (holding up a small beaded bracelet) You remember this? Aunt Bev’s handiwork. I used to think. if I put it on, I’d somehow feel. different, like I’d suddenly belong to you, to her, to all of this. Barb: (smiling softly) You never did wear it, though. Not even once. Janice: Maybe I was afraid it wouldn’t work. That I’d still be stuck halfway in, halfway out. (pauses) It feels strange being here, with you. It feels like …show more content…
all at once. Barb: I think home is what you make of it, Jan. I mean, you’re here, now. Isn’t that enough for you? Janice: Is that what you are looking for? Sometimes I feel like I’ll always be a stranger, you know? I was raised one way, but it’s like there’s a part of me. that’s been waiting to come back to life. And I don’t even know how to start. Barb: (sighing) I get it. You want everything to click right away, but it’s not going to be like that. (pauses) You know, when you left that first time, I thought. “That’s it”. She’s gone for good.” But you came back. Doesn’t that mean something? Janice: It’s not that simple, Barb. I feel like I’m in this. gap between two worlds. Like I can never fully be one or the other. And maybe I’m just being selfish, hoping that one day, I’d fit in perfectly. Barb: Jan, you don’t need to be one or the other. Both parts of you matter. You’re a part of us, and you’re a part of. them, too. (pauses, smiling