Eve’s Bayou Monologues

What did little Eve see--and how will it haunt her? Husband, father and womanizer Louis Batiste is the head of an affluent family, but it's the women who rule this gothic world of secrets, lies and mystic forces.

Life is filled with goodbyes, Eve, a million goodbyes, and it hurts every time. Sometimes, I feel like I've lost so much, I have to find new things to lose. All I know is, there must be a divine point to it all, and it's just over my head. That when we die, it will all come clear. And then we'll say, "So that was the damn point." And sometimes, I think there's no point at all, and maybe that's the point. All I know is most people's lives are a great disappointment to them and no one leaves this earth without feeling terrible pain. And if there is no divine explanation at the end of it all, well… that's sad.

We're two of a kind, my brother and I. One day, he'll open his eyes and see that what he's been looking for is right in front of him. Then he'll stop looking for what he already has.

…if you get careless again with your momma's feelings, I swear I'll do you harm. You understand me?

You can't possibly marry me. I can't let that happen.

No! No, it's not that, it's... Bare with me. I'm cursed. I can't have children. I'm barren.

I paid you a dollar, old woman. Now tell my fortune.

Hmm, I almost forgot you was there. Stick some pins in a doll, perhaps. I really don't know. What made you ask that?

Well, you must have been thinking something before you said it. What led you to that particular thought?

Is there some you're angry with? Someone you want dead?

No, I think you better tell me what's on your mind!

I don't know, Eve. They was all different. Anderson was the handsomest man I had ever seen. Your Uncle Harry, he was the sweetest. And Maynard….Maynard loved me most of all. You know, when I was your age, before I ever did the counseling, I could look at people, complete strangers, and see their whole lives so clear. But when I looked at each of my husbands, I never saw a thing. That's how it always is. Blind to my own life.