So this is my Unit 2 Project. I chose to do the conversation at the cafe. When I refer to their books, I say biography for fun. I tried to get some humor in there, but it didn’t quite work out Guess I can’t be funny when I do my homework. This is probably silly, but I tried, so don’t judge me, yo. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy

On a cloudy Saturday morning, I walk into Cumaica to get some hot chocolate, when suddenly I look to my right and see Sethe and Oedipus drinking coffee. I approach them not knowing what to say.

Oedipus and Sethe: (Minor Murmuring)

Me: Excuse me, are you Oedipus the King of Thebes?

Oedipus: Former King of Thebes, why?

Me: Well, it’s just that I was reading your biography in my AP English class, and I’m surprised to see you here. What are you doing here?

Oedipus: Well, after gouging my eyes out, I left Thebes. I bought a plane ticket with the help of this guy who called himself the Priceline Negotiator, and traveled here to California where this woman here, Sethe, helped me find a place to stay and eat.

Me: And how about you, Sethe, what are you doing here? I may not have understood your biography very well, but I sure know that you don’t live near here.

Sethe: I just wanted to leave Cincinnati. I wanted to go to a place where there were a lot of trees, and someone told me San Francisco was just the place.

Me: Do you guys think it was fate that brought you two together?

Oedipus: No. Don’t talk to me about fate. It doesn’t exist.

Me: Are you sure? I mean, you spent your days as king trying to prevent your fate, but you ended up leading yourself into it. You being blind and not being able to see anything, how is it that Sethe is the first person you encounter as you get out of the airplane?

Oedipus: It was probably just a huge coincidence, and Sethe being a nice and humble woman, she just had to help the poor blind man find a place to stay.

Me: Well, that doesn’t sound right. I think you deny the fact that fate exists, and that the reason why you gouged your eyes out was because you didn’t want to see the truth.

Sethe: Don’t start arguing you guys, we are gonna get kicked out. Fate does exist, and every decision you make in the past always has an effect in your present.

Me: Well, now you’re contradicting yourself.

Sethe: How so?

Me: In your biography, you kept dismissing the idea that Beloved was really your daughter coming back to haunt you for killing her.

Sethe: That’s absurd, and not possible!

Oedipus: Anything is possible. Here I was thinking I have power and a sexy wife, and it turns out to MY MOTHER. That’s like a slap in the face from the oracles.

Me: He’s right. And so are you. All your actions and decisions in the past always come back to haunt you.

Sethe: What decision did he take that came back to haunt him?

Me: Maybe it wasn’t necessarily him, but his parents tried to avoid him fulfilling his destiny, but they abandoned him and left him to die. They didn’t think he would survive, and when he did, he ended up leading himself into killing his father and sleeping with his mother.

Sethe: Is this true, Oedipus?

Oedipus: I guess. It was all my fault though. I don’t think it was fate that brought me closer to my so-called destiny, it was my mistakes that led me there.

Me: Don’t you see that that is your destiny? To have made your “mistakes” was something that needed to happen in order for you to fulfill your destiny.

Oedipus: I don’t want to argue. I need to leave. Have a good day.

(Oedipus slowly gets up and attempts walking to the front door. Instead he walks towards the cash register, so Sethe and I guide him outside and get a cab for him. Sethe and I walk back inside and continue talking)

Me: He is very stubborn isn’t he? It seems that nothing I said actually went in his head.

Sethe: That does seem right.

Me: Anyways, back to you. Why don’t you accept that Beloved is really your daughter coming back to haunt you?

Sethe: She isn’t. It’s not possible. I killed her so she could avoid a life of torture and misery. I wanted her to have a life exactly the opposite of the one I have lived. Beloved is just a woman, she is not my daughter.

Me: Well why does she have a scar on near her chin where the wound you made your daughter would be?

Sethe: Just a coincidence.

Me: And the song she hums? The song that you yourself used to sing to your children?

Sethe: She could have learned it from her family, or the Internet. It could just be that Denver taught it to her fast.

Me: And her milk-stained breath?

Sethe: Everyone drinks milk, simple as that.

Me: But why does it always smell like it?

Sethe: Because she drinks a lot of it.

Me: So there’s no way, absolutely no way that Beloved is actually your daughter?

Sethe: Nope.

Me: You’re blind.

Sethe: No, Oedipus is.

Me: No, you and Oedipus are. You don’t see the truth. You are too scared of your past to even remotely consider that Beloved is a memory of your past coming back to haunt you. You try to forget it all, so you avoid accepting it, but it’s true. Beloved is your daughter, and if you accepted that, you would see that I’m right.

Sethe: Oh my, look at the time, seems I have to go back to 124. Well, see you around!

Me: Goodbye.

(Sethe hastily walks away and exits Cumaica. The clouds begin to fade away, and the sun comes out)

Me: Maybe now with some sunlight, both of them will accept the truth.

(I stand up, walk out of Cumaica, and begin making my way back home. Just then, I see that an big accident had occurred. Oedipus’s cab had exploded out of nowhere. Perhaps it was his fate?)

THE END Hope you enjoyed this, it’s hard to write dialogue and actually have it make sense while connecting it to the book. I’ll be waiting to see the other projects the class did. See you tomorrow guys!!