He sits across from her, at his kitchen table, reading the newspaper. He puts it down, and looks at her. She reads her section of the newspaper, in silence. She intentionally avoids making eye contact.
"How long are you planning on keeping this up?"
"Keeping what up?" she raises an eyebrow.
"Pretending."
"Pretending what?" she replies.
"You know exactly what," he answers.
She shrugs, in response.
"When you going to stop pretending that you live in Maura's guest house?"
"I don't know," she shrugs.
"Angela, it's been six months, since that night."
"Jane didn't like it," Angela reminds him.
"Yeah, but we went ahead with our relationship, anyway."
"So?"
"You live here," he reminds her.
"I know."
"Angela, we did what we did, and we didn't tell anyone."
"I know."
"Are you ashamed of me?"
"You know that I'm not. We eloped five months ago," he points out.
"I know."
"You haven't told anyone. You don't wear your ring."
"What do you want me to say?" she wonders.
"That you're going to tell them. You can't hide it, forever."
"Ok."
"Ok? Really, you're going to tell them?"
"I want to ease into it."
"Angela! It has been five months, and you have told them nothing."
"Maura already suspects. She knows that I'm not there, most of the time. She knows that I'm here, with you."
"Does she know that you moved out, months ago?"
"No," Angela shakes her head.
"So what is your plan?"
"I will tell them I'm moving out of the guest house. I'll disclose the fact that I'll be moving in with you."
"And, then?"
"What if they don't like it? What if they hate me?"
"Who cares, they're all adults, and they can get over it. They aren't going to hate you, they're your children. We have to tell them. You can't expect me to keep this a secret, forever."
"I don't. I will tell him."
"Time is ticking."
"What have we gotten ourselves into?" she wonders.
"We? You started all of this. This was all your idea," Sean reminds her.
"Not all of it."
"Most of if," he argues.
"Do you want to change your mind? I mean, it is a little bit late, now, don't you think?"
"I don't want to change my mind. I love you. I'm happy."
"Good," she looks at her watch, "I should get home."
"You are home," he smiles at her.
She gets up from the table, "You know what I mean," she heads for the door.
"Wait."
"What?"
"Are you forgetting something?"
She pauses. He meets her at the door, and kisses her. Finally she leaves.
She makes it to Maura's, and slips in the main house, just in time to brew Maura's cup of tea. Maura comes down the stairs, as Angela places the cup of tea on the table.
"Good morning," Angela smiles.
"Good morning," Maura reciprocates.
"I didn't have time to make breakfast."
"That's ok."
"I want to run something by you," Angela takes a seat, next to Maura.
"Ok," Maura nods.
"I want to talk to you about it, before I talk to Jane."
"Sure."
"I am going to move out," Angela announces.
Maura's lips curl into a smile, "Angela, you haven't lived here in months."
Angela says nothing. She stares at Maura, in disbelief.
"I was just waiting for you to tell me. I've known for months," Maura admits.
"You have? Why didn't you say anything?"
"I figured that when you were ready to tell me, that you would."
"But..."
"I know that you moved in with Sean, months ago."
"Does Jane know?"
"How would she?" Maura raises an eyebrow.
"Did you tell her? You're not a good liar..."
"You never confirmed it, to me, so technically, it wouldn't be a lie."
"So your conscience stays clear on a technicality?"
"On this one. You're happy. I don't see how it hurts anyone."
"Then I won't tell you the rest, because you are terrible at keeping secrets."
"The rest? There is more?"
"No," Angela denies.
"Can I be there, when you tell them?"
"No," Angela shakes her head.
"When you tell Jane?"
"Absolutely not."
"Why not?" Maura whines, "I want to see the look on their faces, when they realize that you've been shacking up with their boss."
"I have not been shacking up. I am a grown woman, and..."
"Whatever," Maura rolls her eyes.
"I am old fashioned."
"You two sleep in separate beds?" Maura jokes.
"I said old fashioned, not a nineteen fifties sitcom couple," Angela retorts.
