Harry pulled up to the enormous white house. He saw Dana sitting outside on a box, surrounded by luggage and even more boxes.
"Harry!" She smiled a little at the sight of him looking at her huge house.
"Dana, you're giving this up for my apartment? I didn't even know there were houses this nice in Boston! Didn't know the sex was that good!"
"Yeah, nice friggin house. I'd be happy if all of my mother's fancy interior decorating and stupid marble floors burned to the ground so that I could laugh at her burning in it. She bought that house to make me feel better about her splitting up with my dad. She's one of those parents. you know, throws money at you to make you like her. damn b*tch."
"I don't know about that, Dana. I don't think I'd leave a house like that so quickly"
"You don't know Harry. You could never know..what I deal with. it's why I need you so much. You're not just a country club snob, a little paper doll hidden on a string, same as all the others. You're different, Harry." She paused "I need someone different right now. I always have, I didn't know it. I need someone who could never imagine my life so that I don't have to. I never want to think about my mother again. And with you, I forget sometimes."
Harry was lost. He had no idea what to do. Dana was obviously completely dependent on him, emotionally...and probably financially too, at this point, because her mother would certainly cancel the credit cards. That frankly scared him a little..Dana was kind of high maintainance. "Dana, this is clearly not in the teacher's handbook. guess I'm on my own"
"Trying to be funny, Harry?"
"Well, judging from your smile, I'd say it's working!"
They loaded the last boxes into their cars, Dana slamming her trunk and hugging Harry lovingly. "I'll follow you. Home." She added, smiling. They got into their respective vehicles, Dana following Harry out of the large driveway and down the street away from her rich hell and into his life.