Hypothetical, longish storytelling OP, blah blah blah.
Today’s story is about Frankie and Jonni’s, who, as everyone knows, are lovers. Less obviously, they’re both girls–or rather women, since they’re in their mid-30s. Having grown up next door to one another, they’ve been best friends since kindergarten and in love since twelfth grade. Their families had different reactions when they discovered the girls were making the beast with two backs. Frankie’s father, to whom she had never been close, was aghast and told her he needed time to think about how he would felt about her unnatural love. That lasted till he learned that Jonni’s father had shipped her off to a conversion therapy camp to be cured, and slapped Frankie for corrupting his daughter. Learning of that, Frankie’s dad thanked Jonni’s father for giving him perspective, broke the guy’s jaw for laying hands on Frankie, and begged Frankie’s forgiveness for being a jackhole.
Jonni wasn’t as lucky. Oh, the corrective “therapy” didn’t take; as soon as she got away from the brainwashing camp (and more importantly, out of her parents’ house and into a college dorm), she and Frankie took up again, and they’ve been together ever since. But where Frankie’s relationship with her family was ultimately strengthened by her coming out, Jonni’s relationship with hers never recovered. It’s been years since she saw her parents, as they never let up on their position that Teh Gay was Satan’s doing and she needed to accept both the will of God and a nice thick dick into her life if she wanted their love. As a girl, Jonni was much closer to her parents than Frankie was to hers, and their estrangement broke her heart. For years afterward she kept trying to reconcile with them, but to no avail. She has told Frankie on more than one occasion, and always tearfully, that her parents aren’t all bad; she desperately wants to make peace with them, and wishes their daughters could know their grandparents.
Okay, that’s background. Now to the meat of the story, which takes place in Alabama (where our heroines grew up) rather than in Mississippi (where they live, and are raising their kids–borne by Jonni though genetically Frankie’s). The ladies are on a trip to visit Frankie’s parents when they stop at the wrong diner for lunch–“wrong” because a crackhead comes in to rob the joint just as they’ve started eating. As often happens around crackheads, things go south, and Jonni gets shot several times. Naturally she’s taken to the ER. The doctors tell Frankie that there’s no realistic hope that Frankie will see morning. It’s good that Frankie and the girls are there; if Jonni has any other nearby family, the doctors say, Frankie should call them ASAP.
Which brings us to Frankie’s dilemma. Knowing her wife better than anyone else in the world does, she is morally and entirely certain that Jonni would want to see her parents in her final hour. But Frankie despises both those fuckers; they broke Jonni’s heart, which as far as Frankie is concerned is a felony. Moreover, it occurs to her that her union with Jonni isn’t legally recognized in this state.
Jonni is unconscious; the doctors say she may or may not awake before the end. What should Frankie do?