Set in 3x13
Red is working diligently in the kitchen when Lorna walks in. "Hi...Gloria said you wanted to see me. What's wrong?"
"Honey, I should be asking you the same thing. What the fuck are you thinking?"
The petite Italian looks shocked. "Huh?"
The older Russian lady peers at her over her glasses and then pushes them down her nose. "You're getting married while Nicky rots away in Max. Don't you know how my daughter feels about you? She loves you! You girls were inseparable! Exactly how long have you known this young man? You're insane!"
Lorna sheepishly looks at the floor and smacks her red lips together. "A few days...we met three times, actually. I proposed to him because he's such a good man...he beat up Christopher! I mean...what did you want me to do, lay in bed all day and cry? Should I have let my appearance go and have my face get all blotchy? I know she cares a lot about me! I love her, too...more than just as a friend! I just couldn't admit it in time...I miss her so much...I was bored and lonely...and I wanted to finally have my dream wedding! I don't even know when she's coming back, if she ever does!" she says through her sobs. She breaks down crying and Red sighs while pulling Lorna in for a hug. She strokes the girl's hair while rocking her in her arms from side to side.
"Oh, sweetheart...I miss her too. She's my daughter. It doesn't mean I have to rush into any major decisions, though. There's always hope she'll come back. She didn't attack a guard, and who knows, she may come back for good behavior! She will always have a special place in our hearts."
"I know."
Red holds Lorna, even when they are walking back to the younger woman's bunk.
"I'm going to take back my proposal. You're right, as always."
Red nods, pleased. "Thank you for taking my advice. I'm always here if you need me."
"Thanks."
"Anytime."
