The Daughter - Episode 1
by Phyllis Korkki
You’ve got some explaining to do, Mom.
What are you talking about?
I got one of those DNA tests done.
You know, the kind that tells you what your ancestry is?
I just got the results back.
Why didn’t you tell me you were going to do that?
What did the test say?
Not what I was expecting.
And that’s an understatement.
Oh no.
I didn’t think it was possible…
What do you mean?!!
Where are you right now?
At home.
Stay there.
I’m going to take off work early.
Mom, who is my real father?
Your real father is Hal. He always has been.
No, Mom. That can’t be true.
It is true. But we’ll talk about it when I get there.
Okay. I’ll be waiting.
One hour later, Jen’s mom arrives home, looking distraught.
Her coat is hanging down weirdly.
She hasn’t buttoned it right.
Jen starts at the sight of her mother.
Does she really want to hear this?
She confronts her mom.
Who is my father?
It’s Hal.
But Hal is almost 100 percent Irish.
And so are you.
Right?
Yes, that’s true, honey.
Well, my DNA test came back with about 40 percent Irish genes.
And the rest is Italian and Russian!
How do you explain that, Mom?
CAN you explain it?
I can.
But I think we’d better sit down first.
She leads Jen to the sofa and the two sit down next to each other.
Jen’s mom takes a deep breath.
This is going to be so hard.
But before I tell you the story, I want you to promise never to tell Hal about this.
Jen stares at her mother.
I can’t do that!
How can I do that when I don’t know what the story is?
Jen’s mom is silent for a few moments.
She takes another deep breath, and sighs.
I guess you’re right.
You’ll have to decide what to do after I tell you what happened.
Jen looks at her mom expectantly.
Her mom can’t bring herself to look in Jen’s eyes as she begins speaking.
Right after I got married, I was having trouble adjusting.
I’d lost my job and I was bored.
I didn’t know what to do with my life.
And I got so depressed.
Hal felt bad for me.
He encouraged me to get involved in the community.
So I did.
I joined a local community theater.
I got the lead in one of the plays.
As Shakespeare’s Cleopatra.
It was so exciting.
The director was so handsome and charismatic.
He brought something out in me that I didn’t know I had.
And I ended up having an affair with him.
Well, not really an affair.
It was just one night, after the last show.
We had been drinking.
Oh my god, Mom.
Look at me!
Jen’s mom finally looks at her.
She has tears in her eyes.
You cheated on Dad?
I’m so ashamed of myself, to this day.
Yes, I did.
And so…
That man, that director…
He’s my biological father?
He must be.
I never knew for sure.
But Hal and I have never been able to have any other children.
And so I always wondered…
Jen turns away as she processes this information.
Then her anger at her mother gives way to…curiosity.
She faces her mother again.
Who is he? What’s his name?
Who is my real father?
Jen’s mom pauses.
His name is Mark Marino.
Jen gives a start.
Mark Marino?
My high school drama teacher is Mark Marino.
Jen’s mom looks down at her hands.
Mr. Marino the drama teacher is my FATHER?!
I wasn’t sure until now. But now that you’ve done the test…
He must be.
Oh my god.
A lot of the girls at school have crushes on him!
And I think some of the teachers do too.
He does have a way about him.
Maybe you can see why I fell for him.
I guess so. But you were married!
I know. I regret it to this day.
Except I also don’t. Because it means I have you.
Oh wow. This is too much to take in.
Can you forgive me? It was just once, I swear.
I never did anything like that again.
It was an early bump in the marriage.
And Mark was so…dashing.
He swept me off my feet, I guess you could say.
Jen looks at her mother and melts.
Oh Mom, of course I forgive you.
I mean, I wouldn’t even exist if it hadn’t happened.
How can I not?
Just then, the front door opens and Hal comes in.
He smiles at his wife and Jen, and then frowns a little.
Hey, why the long faces?
You look like you both just came from a funeral.
Is something wrong?
Jen’s mom, facing away from Hal, gives her daughter a beseeching look.
Jen turns and smiles at Hal.
No, Dad. Nothing’s wrong. We were just talking.
The next day, Jen skips her algebra class.
She walks by Mr. Marino’s classroom and looks in the door while he’s teaching.
Yes, she has his nose, she thinks.
And maybe his mouth.
She’s his daughter!
As she tries to wrap her mind around that fact, he turns and sees her staring at him.
She darts away.
The next day she does the same thing, and the day after that.
She can’t stop herself!
On Friday, she sees Mr. Marino in the hall, and he sees her.
He stops.
Excuse me, miss.
I wonder if you would stop by my office after school.
Jen’s eyes open wide.
Does he know?
Has he known all along?
Okay, I’ll come by at 3:30.
Good.
At 3:30, Jen knocks on Mr. Marino’s office door, and he motions her to come inside.
Have a seat.
I’ve noticed you standing…
Or should I say lurking…outside my door these past few days.
And I need to tell you to stop.
I think it could lead to misunderstandings.
What…what do you mean?
I don’t think I need to spell it out.
Just stay away from my classroom.
Jen is stunned and confused.
But my mother said…
What about your mother?
What did your mother say?
Jen gets up from the chair.
I don’t think I need to spell it out.
But I’ll stay away, if that’s what you want.
After she leaves the office, Jen leans against a wall and starts crying.
A teacher walking by stares at her, and she pulls herself together.
Then she leaves for home.
She resolves never to interact with Mr. Marino again.
Her mother is right.
Regardless of her DNA, Hal is her real father.
That night Jen’s mom, Sara, gets a call from an unfamiliar number.
Hello, is this Sara Stanton?
Yes, it is.
Jennifer Stanton’s mother?
Yes. What is this about?
This is Mark Marino. I’m the drama teacher at your daughter’s school.
Oh…hello.
I’m calling to discuss a delicate situation.
Oh.
Your daughter appears to have developed an unhealthy attachment to me.
She has been lurking outside my classroom for several days now.
This has happened to me before.
I always find it best to stop it before it gets out of hand.
Young girls, what can you do?
I seem to attract the ones with daddy complexes.
But I would never endanger my career by getting involved with a student.
When I talked to her in my office she mentioned that YOU had told her something.
And I was wondering if you could explain.
Mark…
There’s no need to pretend you don’t know who I am.
But…I DON’T know who you are.
I’m Sara Stanton.
From the community theater?
Oh, the community theater.
Which one were you?
You remember.
It was the last performance. We went to the bar. I went back to your apartment.
Uh, that’s not narrowing it down.
There were so many back then.
I was Cleopatra!
Cleopatras, Cordelias, Ophelias…
The last performance is so emotional.
It can lead to even more emotions at my apartment.
Oh my god.
Well, at any rate, I was one of the ones you were intimate with.
And Jennifer…
I’m sorry I didn’t tell you this before, but…
Jennifer is your daughter.
At this Mr. Marino bursts out laughing.
I’m afraid that’s not possible.
What do you mean?
Because I am incapable of having children.
I had surgery when I was 18 that caused me to become sterile.
There is a silence on the line.
Then Sara speaks.
Are you sure?
Yes, I’m sure.
That girl is NOT my daughter.
I would stake my life on it.
Sara’s husband Hal walks into the house while Sara is still on the phone.
She quickly ends the call with Mr. Marino.
Okay, thanks for letting me know.
Goodbye.
Who was that?
Just someone from the school.
Everything okay?
Everything’s fine.
Then Sara turns and looks searchingly at her husband.
He sees her doing it and laughs.
What?
You know what I was thinking would be fun?
If we got one of those DNA tests done.
To find out what our ancestry is.
Can you read my mind?
I’ve just been thinking about doing that too!
They can come up with some unexpected results, though.
Are you ready for that?
Oh, I’m ready.
Two months later, Jen is in the living room watching TV with her mom.
Hal is nearby at the dining room table, looking at his laptop.
Hey, my results just came in!
What results?
Didn’t your mother tell you?
We sent our saliva in to be analyzed.
So we can find out what our ancestry is.
Jen turns off the TV.
She and her mother exchange glances.
Did you get yours yet, honey?
Not yet.
What does yours say?
I’m about to find out.
But I’m pretty sure it’s going to say I’m 100 percent Irish.
That’s what my parents are.
Hal opens the email with the results.
He reads it, reads it again, and shakes his head.
What the…?
What does it say, Dad?
It says I’m part Italian and part Russian.
And only 20 percent Irish!
How can that be?
A look of confusion crosses his face.
He reaches for his phone.
I’m going to call my parents right now.
They have some explaining to do!
Wait, Dad.
Are you sure you want to do that?
Of course I do!
Well, whatever you find out, just remember.
Jen gives her own mother a special look.
Whatever you find out, they’re your real parents.
And they have been all along.
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