She walks into her apartment, and flips on the light. She stares at her couch. She shakes her head in confusion. She closes the door behind her, and approaches the couch. She takes a seat, on the coffee table.
"What are you doing here, Tommy?"
"I made a mistake."
"I don't want to hear it. If you wind up back in jail..."
"No. Not like that."
"What did you do?"
"I did something stupid. Then I said some really stupid things, and... I don't think that I can fix it."
"What are you talking about?"
"Promise me that you won't get mad."
"I can't promise that.""Just promise me that you won't kill me."
"I'm not going to kill you."
"Don't flip out on me. I can't handle that. I just, I don't know who else to talk to."
"I'm listening."
"You won't like it."
"I don't like a lot of the things that you do."
"I slept with Maura."
"Excuse me?"
"I slept with Maura," he repeats.
"Why? Why would you do that? Do you have to complicate everything, all the time?"
"I'm sorry. I just... I like her, but I really screwed things up."
"How long ago did this happen? I mean you've been living there for months. You expect me to believe that it just happened all of a sudden, one night?"
"No," he shakes his head.
"Ok. How did it happen?"
"Ma had to work late. Maura cooked dinner, and things just kind of happened from there."
"How long ago did it happen?"
"Two and a half months ago."
"Are you kidding me?"
"No. It gets worse."
"Ma walked in on you?"
"No. She knows, though."
"What? How did she find out?"
"It happened more than once."
"Why didn't she tell me? Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't Maura tell me?"
"We didn't want you to get upset."
"Why are you telling me now? Why do you feel the need to confess to me all of a sudden? Couldn't you go to confession?"
"I could, but..."
"Why are you just telling me now? What did you do?"
"I said some awful things."
"Like what?"
"I told her that I didn't love her. I said that I was just doing it..."
Jane cuts him off, "Does that mean that you do?"
"Do what?"
"Love her?"
"Yes."
"When did this happen?"
"It doesn't matter, because I'm sure that she's never going to speak to me ever again."
"How can you be so certain."
"I said a lot of other stuff to her, that I really regret."
"Why? What happened? The two of you had a fight?"
"Yeah."
"About what?"
"I told her that I'm not good enough for her. She should be with someone else. Someone who wants her and..." he trails off.
"And, what?"
"Nothing. You should talk to her."
"Talk to her? Why? What's going on. She seemed fine today, at work. She was a little bit quiet, but I just thought that she was tired."
"This happened after work."
"Ok. What sparked this argument?"
"Look, you should talk to her, if you want to know that."
"Tell me."
"No, you need to talk to her."
"Why? What did you do?"
"I screwed up. I told you that. I screwed up, just like I always do. Now I can't fix it. She hates me, and... there is nothing that I can do about it."
"What are you talking about?"
"Will you go talk to here, please?"
"And say what?"
"Please."
"Fine, but next time call, instead of picking my lock."
"Ma let me borrow her spare key."
Jane rolls her eyes, as she leaves the apartment. Fifteen minutes later she finds herself at Maura's house. She bangs on the door, but no one answers. She tries the knob, and finds it unlocked. Maura was probably expecting her.
"Maura?"
"In here," she calls out from somewhere.
Jane tracks down the source of the voice. She finds Maura in her bedroom, lying in bed, in her pajamas, reading a book.
"It's not even eight o'clock," Jane points out.
"I'm tired."
"Tommy told me to come talk to you."
"Your brother is an idiot.""I know. Why are you jumping on the bandwagon?"
"He didn't tell you?"
"Tell me what."
"About the argument. About what he said?"
"He said you had an argument, but he wouldn't say about what. He said that he said some terrible things, that he regrets saying. That's all he would tell me."
"You can't tell your mother."
"Tell her? Tell her what?"
"I don't want to tell her, not yet."
"Tell her what, Maura?"
"I'm pregnant."