Chapter 2

(Faith walks into her house after a long day at work. Having been feeling sick all day from the side effects of the medication, all Faith wants to do is go to bed. On her way to the bed room Faith finds Fred in the living room surrounded by empty beer bottles.)

Fred: (Sexually, but with his speech slurred.) Hey Baby.

Faith: (Accusingly.) You been drinking again haven't you? In front of the kids nonetheless?

Fred: (Matter-of-factly.) The kids are at a friends' house. If you were home more, then you would know.

Faith: (Losing her temper.) What do you mean "if I was home more"? I have a demanding job. I'm not to blame if you can't deal with it.

Fred: Whatever. Listen I don't want to fight with you. I'm almost lost you to cancer. I've learned not to take things for granted. I hope we can fix our relationship to make it like it used to be. (Moment of silence.) Anyway, how was your day?

Faith: (Exhaustedly.) Long. I've felt sick all day.

Fred: Why didn't you come home then?

Faith: (Snaps at him.) Because I didn't want to.

Fred: (Sarcastically, yet telling the truth.) No, of course not. You wanted to stay with Boscorelli.

Faith: Why must you always bring up Bosco? He's got nothing to do with the reason I stayed at work.

Fred: He sees you more than I see you.

Faith: That's because we're partners.

Fred: (Yelling at her.) And we're husband and wife.

Faith: (Yelling right back.) You know what? After everything I've been through, I can't take this right now. I'm not sleeping here tonight.

(She grabs her jacket that she hung up earlier and opens the door.)

Fred: Going to Bosco's, huh?

Faith: I don't know yet. But don't expect me to come home tonight. (She starts to walk out the door, but turns around.) Oh yeah, I'll pick up the kids at school tomorrow. If I let you do it you'd probably forget.

Fred: (Drawing out his words.) Come on baby?

Faith: (Matter-of-factly) There is no way I'm staying in the same house as you when you are drunk.

Fred: (Talking like her words hurt him.) It will wear off soon.

Faith: Soon Fred? It's takes an hour for one bottle to wear off, and how many did you have?

Fred: (Faintly) I, uh, lost count.

Faith: Thought so. See you later Fred.

Fred: (Sexually, but demanding.) Faith, baby? Please? (He gets up to try to stop Faith from leaving.)

(Faith slams the door in his face. He did not want her to go. He was sorry he ever picked up his drinking habits again. He knew she'd have a hard time forgiving him, if she ever forgave him. He had promised never to drink again, now look what he had done. Faith sat down on her doorstep and started to cry. There used to be a time, when her and Fred used to get along good. Now what happened? Faith looks at her watch. It's almost midnight. She thinks about where she should go tonight. Faith knows just the right place…)