Thanks for coming back to check out Rayna Noire's interview with her character, Nora Carpenter.
Nora Carpenter Interview
Today, we are fortunate to have Nora Carpenter from Revelation with us. Hey, Nora.
I hear you’re almost finished with your degree.
These last six months are kicking my butt.
Why is that?
(Nora sighs. Her mouth pulls to one side as if considering her answer.) The usual stuff working a full time job, going to school, clinicals at the hospital, and then there’s the dreams.
Um, well, I didn’t mean to mention that. It just sorta slipped out.
Go on and explain the dreams to me.
They are peculiar in the fact they always involved the same man. He’s Irish. Has that sexy lilt thing going on and this dark hair that’s always falling into his eyes. (She smiles.) He’s some type of traveling healer. I go to sleep and suddenly he’s there.
I take it these aren’t nightmares.
Oh, definitely not. They’re pleasant dreams, very pleasant. Sometimes I even think I hear his voice in my head when I’m awake.
Voices in your head, that’s peculiar.
Forget I said that. It was a slip of the tongue. It didn’t mean anything.
Okay. Will do. Outside of what you already said, is anything else making life more complicated?
Men, in general, but one steady customer at the diner always has to whine about my cooking. If it’s so bad, why does he keep coming back?
I know that must be irritating. Is there anything else about him?
It sounds silly when I say it, but he just feels evil. Have you ever met anyone that you just didn’t like, but you couldn’t say why? He’s like that. He doesn’t complain to my manager and he always comes back. Food must not be that bad. He makes up some complaint and then insists on talking to me. Once I talk to him, he usually backs down even when I offer to make him another meal.
Sounds to me like he has a crush on you.
That’s what Ernie, the first cook shift says. That would be a nightmare. I’m just leary around men because of something that happened in my past. (She holds up her hand.) Don’t ask.
The Irish guy in your dreams didn’t make you nervous.
Yeah, but he was a dream. Aren’t dreams supposed to be nice or what we want them to be. That’s why they’re dreams, not nightmares.
Thanks for talking to me, pleasant dreams.
From your mouth to the Goddess’ ear.
“Whoever you’re thinking about must be handsome, right?” a woman bundled in several sweaters inquired with a nudge of her elbow.
Nora turned to look at the woman rather than trying to ignore her. Her sweaters were all complementary shades and layered a way that seemed intentional. “Yes, yes, I am,” she answered, not bothering to deny it. How had this woman ended up riding around in the bus endlessly? Although, Nora couldn’t be sure the woman rode without a destination. “Are you on your way to work?”
“Goodness, no. I retired some years ago. Used to work in a meat warehouse. Almost thirty years working in a thirty-degree storage facility. Thought when I got out of there, I’d be warm finally. Didn’t happen. The cold sank into my bones. Most people probably think I’m crazy always wearing sweaters.”
Nora hurried to deny she’d ever had such thoughts.
The elderly woman gave her a broad smile. “Don’t worry about it. You are one of the few to ever sit beside me on purpose.”
The woman’s willingness to think the best of her made her feel about two inches tall. It also showed that if you took the time to really listen to people, instead of making assumptions, you’d find out a lot more. She’d have to remember that, since it would be helpful in her practice.
Her hospital came into view, causing Nora to pick up her pack. “See ya,” she said, nodding in the woman’s direction and standing to make her way to the door.
The woman waved and added, “Hold on to a man who makes you smile.”
Nora turned to wave once her feet hit the pavement and found Allen, her neighbor, regarding her in confusion through the bus windows. Difficult to believe it took a woman he probably regarded as crazy to finally convince him that she wasn’t a lesbian.
Perhaps she should listen to the woman and hang on to Clayton. She wished she knew how. The fact she no longer heard his voice worried her. Could she somehow be losing contact with him?
Not hardly, sweetheart. I chose not to talk to you since it appeared I distressed you too much.
Her anxiety melted away with the sound of his soothing lilt. Her first reaction was to answer him with actual words, but she checked herself before she did. She thought the words: You’re back.
I never left you, but often I can’t talk to you. If I could have my way, I’d be with you every second of every day, but that would be selfish of me. Could be that’s not what you want?
Nora entered the hospital, distracted by the sound of Clayton’s voice. She answered the friendly guard’s greeting as she drifted toward the elevator bank. The sound of a familiar voice broke through her absorption enough for her to make a break for the women’s bathroom. Great. Ogden. It seemed the more she tried to ignore him, the more he seemed to appear. If he’d spotted her, then he’d wait right outside the door. If only, there was another way out.
The sound of lockers slamming reminded her that she was in the restroom adjacent to the female staff’s locker room. One of the older nurses came up behind her.
“Who are you hiding from, sweetie?”