"Just Shut It!" Jane spits at Angela.
Maura sees the older Rizzoli actually flinch at the words of her daughter. They were uncalled for, Angela was just rambling about nothing in particular. Frankie gave a cautious look to both his mother and sister, but decides it wiser not to interfere. Maura however could not let it slide.
"Jane that is not very polite." she softly reprimands.
"Who cares?" Jane mumbles, while Angela clears the table after the breakfast they all just shared.
Maura gives Jane the look, the one that always gets Jane to repent. However in this case it is a waste.
"Don't you fucking dare to judge me!" Jane hiss, while grabbing her gun and batch. Without as much as a glance she storms out of the house.
Maura is dumbfounded. She looks at Frankie, begging for an exclamation. He just shakes his head, not wanting to get involved. Maura then turns to Angela.
"It is all my fault." Angela declares humiliated and retreat to the guesthouse.
Frankie suddenly realizes he is the only Rizzoli left in Maura's house, and plans a speedy escape. He underestimated Dr. Isles' inquisitiveness.
"Sit down, Officer Rizzoli." Maura demands with authority.
"It is really none of my business." Frankie mumbles, refusing to look at Maura.
"Perhaps not, but you know what the business is. Spill the milk." Maura glares at him for good measure.
"Beans." Frankie tries to buy time.
"Excuse me?" Maura is slightly confused.
"It is spill the beans, Maura. And I don't know what you talking about."
"Yes, you do." Maura exclaims. "You know why Jane always treat your mother with that much disrespect."
"Come on, Dr Isles. Jane treats everybody with equal amounts of disrespect." Frankie tries to avoid.
"But Angela more than anybody else." Maura persists. "Angela has been living in the guesthouse for 2 years and in that time Jane never visited her. Jane never entered the guesthouse since Angela moved in. Angela is not allowed in Jane's apartment. Jane can't talk to Angela without snapping. Angela may not touch Jane; she is barely allowed to look at her. Does that appear to be normal?" Maura is now towering over Frankie sitting on the couch.
Frankie is in a corner and there is no way out. He has no choice but to relent . . . and face the music later. He sighs.
"It is a long story and only Ma and Jane know the complete story. You may want to sit down."
Maura takes a seat on the other side of the couch and indicate that Frankie should continue.
"You would not recognize Janie as a child." he smiled. "She was all girly and Ma's favourite. All pink dresses, bows and pretty hair. She loved ballet and wanted to become a ballerina. However as Roly Poly Rizzoli that would only remained a dream. Jane's big love however was the piano. She was an excellent pianist."
"Shut the front door!" Maura cries out.
"Hard to believe, huh?" Frankie grins. "She was Ma's shadow and Ma could not been prouder. Everybody was thinking how Jane will one day be a big shot pianist or composer. She was great."
"What happened then?" Maura asks with a frown.
Frankie sighs. "I don't know. Tommy and I got back from school one day, and Jane was in her room crying. Ma was scrubbing and we were too scared to ask why. Jane was grounded and we have not seen her for a month. When she eventually left her room, she joined whichever sports team she could and did not speak to Ma for years. I never seen her cry or play the piano since."
"How old were you at the time?"
"I was 11 and Jane 14." Frankie gives a sad laugh. "That was when I became her shadow. I was so worried about her, that I have followed her everywhere to make sure she was okay. Up to that point Tommy and I could not do anything right in Ma's eyes. After that day, we became Ma's favourite."
"And you never asked?" Maura was dumbstruck.
"Frankly, I wouldn't dare."