No, it was less this scene and more the discovery that her mother was pregnant that nailed her in the gut with a profound kind of sadness.
Oh shit, that’s right. The child would be a half-sibling of Aisha and Brian, and it seems like neither of them knew about it.
I wonder what kind of power the child might end up with if they survive the apocalypse. Probably something to do with hiding. Maybe shrinking to a size that gets into small hiding places easily?
The first place her mind went, before joy at the idea of having a brother or sister, before anger at her mom for letting it happen and not using protection, was hope.
Hope was really not where I thought that sentence was going.
What kind of hope are we talking here? Hope that it might help Celia shape up her life? Hope that the child doesn’t have to grow up with their biological parents? Hope that the child can replace Aisha herself?
“Sam, do you have any papers?”
“Rolling papers? I thought you were going clean.”
Come on, Celia, don’t tell me you’re going back on the one redeeming feature you’ve established.
Tell me you’re talking about some other sort of papers.
“It’s just weed. I need to have something.”
Ugh… fair enough, though. Addiction is hard to just turn off at will. That’s kind of the main problem with it.
At the very least she’s stepping it down, in the best case scenario helping her gradually go completely clean.
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