"Tony," she huffs as he whizzes around the kitchen. She leans against the counter.
"Huh?"
"Can we talk?"
"In a minute," he answers as he throws strips of bacon into a frying pan. As the grease starts popping she leaves the room. This goes unnoticed by Tony. He puts four plates on the table. Jonathan, and Mona come in as he sits out the milk. They take their seats.
"Jonathan where's your mother?"
"She was in the living room."
"Doing what?"
"Sitting on the couch."
Tony pushes the door open, and goes into the living room. He finds that it's empty. He calls out for her, "Angela?"
"I'm up here," she calls from upstairs.
"Are you coming down for breakfast?"
"I'm not hungry," she replies.
He makes his way to the staircase. He climbs the stairs. When he reaches the top he pauses for a moment. He then heads towards her bedroom. He stops at her door. It's open just a crack. He taps the door gently with his knuckles. "Can I come in?"
"Can I stop you?" she questions.
"No," he responds.
He pushes the door open and steps into the room. He finds her sitting on the end of the bed with her elbows on her knees. Her head rests in the palm of her hands.
"Something wrong?"
"No," she lies, "I just have a headache."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," she snarls.
He takes a seat next to her on the bed. He gently places his hand on her leg. "What's going on?"
"Nothing," she answers.
"Nothing? So what did you want to talk to me about earlier?"
"Nothing. Forget I even said anything."
"No, tell me what's going on."She sits up, and looks over at him. She folds her hands in her lap.
"I just didn't want bacon," she fibs.
"You have to speak up, you know that I..."
"You can be deaf sometimes?"
"Yeah," he nods shamefully.
"It's ok."
"You're upset about the bacon?"
"I'm not upset."
"So what are you up here sulking for?"
"I'm not sulking."
He takes another look at her, "Have you been crying."
"No, why would you think that?"
"Your eyes look red, and puffy."
"Thanks."
"Angela what's going on. What were you doing up in the middle of the night?"
"What are you talking about?"
"I heard you get out of bed last night."
"I can't pee?"
"You don't look so good. You look pale are you feeling ok?"
"I'm fine," she reassures him.
"I don't think that you should go to work today."
"I think I can manage."
"You're afraid the boss might fire you?" he jokes.
"Ha, ha."
"She can be pretty tough sometimes," he smiles.
"Tony I'm fine."
"No you're not. I can tell that there's something on your mind."
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Please."
"Please leave it alone."
"Are you coming down for breakfast?"
"No, I told you I'm not hungry."
"Are you sure? You didn't eat very much at dinner last night. You don't like my pork chop do you? Just admit it, you never have."
"It's not that Tony."
"So what? Why all of the sudden do you not want to eat? You think I'm trying to poison your or something?"
"No."
"Will you please just tell me what's going on?"
"I can't."
"Can't or won't?"
"Can we discuss this later? I need to get into the office early today."
"Yeah, ok," he agrees.
He leaves the room, and she follows him down the stairs. That evening Mona arrives home before Angela. She heads to the kitchen for a snack. Tony is working on dinner.
"How was your day at the office?"
"I hate my boss."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah," she nods.
"And why is that?"
"She didn't come in until ten o'clock and she had ten phone calls from clients. What am I supposed to say? You can only say she's in a meeting so many times. She never has that many meetings."
"What do you mean she didn't come in until ten? She left before you did. She said she had to get to the office early today."
"She wasn't at the office."
"Where was she?"
"I don't know, she wouldn't tell me. When she came in she rushed straight into her office. I took her all of her messages, and she told me to leave her alone. She looked like she had been crying. All she kept saying was, 'This can't be happening'. She wouldn't elaborate."
"Where is she now?"
"I don't know. She said she had to stop and pick something up after work."
"I see."