Mr. and Mrs. Martin and Ellen Brody, foreigners from a city life, along with their two children, move to a serene island community, monumentally unique to Martin Brody's loud environment as a city cop. Considering themselves outsiders, the Brody's were determined to enmesh this intriguing culture. A culture that likens to a nesting dolls: everyone knows everyone because the island lives in all them, linking one another, creating an empathetic nature among themselves.
We must have this!, Ellen Brody desires to cultivate this nature. She starts by having her husband utter phrases to adopt the accent of the community, in the mornings. Mrs. Brody, in her nakedness, throws herself in, meeting from community leaders to the mayor to citizens. Still with all the grinding to be adopted into the culture is somewhat of failure.
On a big beach day, where all the townsfolk gather, she's finds her ultimate opportunity to enter the skin of an islander. Laid out on her beach towel in her black bathing suit, she takes this opportunity to speak with a long time dweller. She begs this woman: what more should I do. I want to be an Islander. How do I get in this? What must I do? What shouldn't I do? How? I want in desperately.
Crushingly, the long time islander says bluntly, Never. Never ever, ever, ever. You will never be an Islander. You weren't born here, so you have place here. Acceptance is nonexistent. Your distinct background based on geography makes your presence hollow. The Brody's could only be tolerated. Life in destitute as forever distant foreigners. The End
