Becky and Rosalind
Becky was puttering around the kitchen. So many new students, and she wanted to feed them all. Nico had gone back to Pennsylvania to be married, Martha was still missing, and Eli was creating his own group of friends, among Jamie, Artie, and a few of the younger boys. Becky had a few friends as well, Dawn, Kitty, and the other girls her age. SHe thought Ophelia was really nice as well, but it was Rosalind who took her fancy. Becky was daydreaming about Rosalind, when the girl in question came into the kitchen, lugging in a big cast-iron pot of seaweed and mussels. She was going to make a stew known only to the likes of selkie-women. She stopped up the sink, and poured out the pot. Then she picked up each piece of seaweed, trimming away the bad spots, and gutting all the mussels.
"Hey Cutie, what's up?" Roz asked Becky, Becky blushed. Although she was now dressing English, she still thought like an Amish girl.
"N-not much," Becky stammered. "Just cooking supper. Mother always says that a good wife is measured by her ability to feed the body and the soul."
"That's great," Roz replied. Sheesh, this girls is practically brainwashed. Doesn't she know that girls can be more than housewives? Besides, I know she likes me, I'm totally getting the lesbo vibes off of her.
"I'm going to make a stew," Roz said, grinning at Becky. "It's a soup that only the selkie-women know how to make. It might not look so good, but it tastes like life, and love, and it will warm you up from the inside."
"Sounds wonderful," Becky replied. "I'm making scalloped potatoes, roast chicken, a vegetable casserole, salad, apple pie, and a chocolate cake." Becky explained, and Rosalind's eyes widened.
"All that for one meal?"
"Yes. I mean, there's over 100 people at the school now, and they all need to eat. I know the cooks make food for everyone, but sometimes, people neeed a bit of home-cooking." Becky honestly believed she could save the world by feeding them a square meal.
"Home-cooking, definitely good," Roz said, grinning. She leaned over Becky's shoulder to look into the bowl Becky was mixing, her hands on Becky's shoulders. Becky felt her breath catch.
"Okay," Rosalind said, "I'm just going to get this out there. I like you Becky, a lot. As in, I think I could potentially fall in love with you. And I can sense that you feel the same about me. Whatever fears you have, know that I genuinely care about you." Becky's eyes widened. THis was unexpected.
"I---I can't. It's shameful, and evil. I have to be a good girl." Rozzie sat in a chair across from where Becky was mixing her cake.
"Listen, I've read your Bible from cover to cover. And yes, according to the modern translations, it is a sin for two men to lie together as a man and a woman. But if you look carefully, you will see that nowhere in the Bible does it directly say that lesbianism is wrong." Becky looked shocked. She had never been taught anything like that. Of course, until she came to New York, she didn't even know that homosexuality existed, only that she had bad thoughts.
"What?"
"Yep. Also, Rebecca, God made you the way you are, and He loves you no matter what. All of the parent-gods are loving and forgiving, both Jehovah and the Goddess of the Earth. If you'd like, I could even introduce you to Willow Rosenberg, she is a goddess, adopted daughter of the Mother-Goddess of the Earth, of the Old Ways. She's also bisexual. She's had loving relationships with people of both genders." If Becky could look more shocked, she'd probably be dead.
"I, I, I don't know what to say. I've always known I was different, but I just thought that was my sinful nature, and that I needed to suppress it, and live a pious life."
"There is nothing wrong with you, at all. You are a beautiful child of the Heavens and the Earth, and you've been given a great gift. Some might say that mutation happens because of science and genetics and all that, but I believe that all powers are gifts from the heavens." Rozzie stood up and went back to making her stew.
Becky blushed. "I think you're wonderful, Rosalind. I think you're beautiful, and perfect, and I dream about you." she hung her head.
"There's nothing wrong with feeling like that, cutie. We all have feelings we can't explain, but that doesn't mean there's anything wrong with them. Emotions, feelings, they're neither good nor evil. And there's certainly nothing wrng with being gay. You are perfect, just the way you are."
"Do you really think so?"
"I know so. And, well, I'd really like to take you out sometime, on a date. I'd like to court you, Becky," Roz said with a sly smile.
"I'd like that too," Becky said, after a moment.
OOC: Michelle would just like to take this moment to point out that Roz is mistaken about the Bible not saying that lesbianism is bad. God calls all homosexuality an abomination. (This statement should not be misinterpretted as meaning that homosexuals are bad - it's sin that God hates, not people).