Your Place
By MissySERIES: Your Place
PART: One of One
RATING: PG-13 (Mild AC)
PAIRING(s): None really; Laverne Monologue
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CATEGORY: Angst, Monologue
FEEDBACK: PLEASE?!
SETTING IN TIMELINE: Sometime after "Love Out A Window"; Sonny's gone, Shirley's still here.
SPOILLER/SUMMARY: Laverne gets a little misty as she figures out what exactly she should do with her life now that Sonny's gone.
NOTES: My long-promised Sonny's Gone fic ;-)

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Four weeks. It had taken her four weeks to figure out that Sonny wanted her gone. For a woman like Laverne DeFazio, who prided herself on being fairly sharp, this was a disaster to her ego.

Sitting alone in her living room, head atop green dice, she sipped wine from a tin coffee can. Pop had always advocated that; said that it kept the wine ice-cold. She had to agree, even if Shirley would throw a fit on seeing her back-flat on their couch.

Through the boy's "doggie door", Laverne could hear Lenny playing an old Irish folk ballad, "Never Give All The Heart".

If only she had avoided just that sort of mistake with Sonny. Now she stared at the portrait Shirley had painted of her, forlorn. Bearing too many memories, it would have to go now. Just like her plans and dreams.

Damit; she had believed that things would work out this time. What was the point of finding someone after Randy just to lose again?

Sonny's last words to her had been, "Laverne, you just don't know your place." He couldn't have angered her more. No one but God and her father told Laverne DeFazio what to do with herself. No body. It wasn't a grand overstatement to suggest that Sonny was a lucky man not be lying dead somewhere at her hands.

Laverne laughed at her own mood swing. Sonny didn't even come close to being the true crux of her problem.

The more she thought about it, the more realization crystallized within her being. Her problem lay within herself. She didn't need a man to love her until she could learn to love herself.

She took another slug of wine. It was too early in the morning to express such pain outwardly. Her inhibitions were fading rapidly; maybe before the night was over she'd be dancing a jig for Lenny.

Maybe. In the morning she would have to face herself, her shortcomings; draw herself a map and force herself into following the rules.

But tonight she could dance like a gypsy and pretend that Sonny had never existed. And, as far as she was concerned, from this moment on he never had.