How do you even know you’re gay? How do you know you’re not just confused? That’s what Bernadette really wanted to say to Frankie. Also: if you’re looking for a mother figure you could have done better. But she kept her lips zipped.
And really, Frankie mostly never had a mother. Now Bernadette’s job was to help her see that. That was the angle she would take, to show Frankie that her behaviour wasn’t really her fault because she’d mostly never had a mother. Of course she would easily be led astray, especially by people like Robyn.
If Bernie thought back to herself at twenty, well she’d had problems, too. She was still wandering around Toronto then, no friends to speak of, except for a few boyfriends. Not that she was a s**t – she wasn’t having any fun – and she was just so alone. All F
