Say perchance that:

The moon was in CAPRICORN; the porch Francie sat on wrapped all the way around the left side of her parent's country-style home.

you hate it here.  the style, the color, the feel, the look, everything about this place somehow pushes your buttons.  you have never understood your mother's insecurities.  your father leaves town, she's alone, she calls you, you end up traveling hundreds of miles, spending a few days with her, assuring her that he'll return safely.  you need assuring.  you look out into the yard; the dog's house is an exact replica of this house; down to the brown trim.  you roll your eyes, lean back.

Will you marry me?  how nice.  Charlie.  that stupid, stupid man.  in a way, you're glad you've come here; it gives you time away from the drama.  you miss him.  he was supposed to be the one.  you look up at the stars, wondering who it is out there that actually is.  how clichéd you feel, you've resorted to looking up at the stars for help.  tears start to well up in your eyes, fusing the sky into one white blur.  wipe you eyes.  your tears become more intense.  what is he doing?  you sit there, hunched over, crying.

you feel so helpless.  hundreds of miles away from anything resembling your normal life.  the façade you put on while with your mother sickens you.  I'm fine, really.  you stop crying briefly.  you revel in the fact that you'll be home in two days and will have Sydney there for the weekend to keep you company.  really mom, I'm doing good. 

it's 1:03 am and your mother has been in bed for over an hour; you've been on this porch for two.  you think of L.A.  Charlie.  you fight back tears.  Francie Calfo, you're stronger than this; you can't sit out here on this ugly porch until dawn crying like this.  this isn't your fault, this isn't, this isn't happening, this isn't.  tears again; down your cheeks faster than you can wipe them away.  you swallow, stand up, stretch, bend over, stop crying, your chin quivers.  you squeeze your hands down into your pockets, look up at the stars, call it a night, and go inside.  you're fine.