Max and Kenny visited the Schindlers three times in the next week and each
time they refused to talk about the incident or come down to the station
for line up. Finally Max and Kenny were forced to let it go. The
Schindlers wanted nothing to do with the states laws.
"I don't understand, Kenny," Max complained one evening while she finished curling her hair, and Kenny finished shaving, "We had those punks. We had them cold. All we needed was one of the Schindlers to ID them.
"That or a DA with bigger balls," Kenny commented, "Littleton won't go after the without the ID. But without it, we still have enough evidence to convict. We have the plate."
"Won't hold up without Ruth Schindlers testimony," Max sighed, "Forget it. We're going to lose the case if we go to trial. Might as well not go."
"Speaking of go, where are you going tonight. You're all dressed up?" Kenny asked.
"Jeremy has a function in Madison tonight. I'm going with him," Max replied. "What about you? You never shave in the evening."
"I have a date with Sonia," Kenny supplied turning on the tap to rinse his razor.
"Now, you have a Sonia?" Max asked, "Wasn't it, a Dottie yesterday?"
"No, Dottie was Tuesday. Yesterday was Lucy," Kenny corrected.
"You disgust me," Max groaned as she tipped her head over to brush her hair.
"What? I'm young, I'm free, there's nothing wrong with having some fun," Kenny tried to justify.
"You're never going to find someone to settle down with if you..."
"Whoa!" Kenny cut her off, "Who said I wanted to settle down?"
"Well, most people..." Max began.
"Max, I'm not most people," Kenny interrupted again, "Now let's drop this before we have another fight about my personal life."
"Fine," Max clipped almost slamming her brush down on the sink, "Consider it dropped."
Max wondered why Kenny's regression to his old dating habits bugged her. He was Kenny and he was behaving like Kenny should behave, different women, lots of sex, no commitment. That was what Kenny did, that was who Kenny was, so why all of a sudden was it bothering her.
Jeremy noticed Max's silence and preoccupation that evening and finally on the drive back to Rome, he questioned her about it.
"Maxine, Sweetheart, what's bothering you tonight?" Jeremy asked.
"Is it that obvious?" she smiled sadly.
"Yes," Jeremy laughed, "besides, I know you."
"Yes, it seems you do," Max agreed, "it's just, I'm not sure if I can live with Kenny much longer. This week alone I met five different women."
"It's Thursday," said Jeremy.
"Monday was his day off," she explained.
"Well," Jeremy said, "Max I wanted to talk to you about this for awhile now and it finally seems like the right time so..."
"Spit if out, Jeremy," Max laughed, "I won't bite."
"Well, it's great of Kenny letting you live at his place, sharing expenses, and all but...we've been together for awhile now and I wanted to ask, how would you feel about moving in with me?"
Max was shocked but flattered at Jeremy's question, but wasn't sure how to answer..."Maxine? Say something," Jeremy prompted.
"Wow, Jeremy," Maxine sighed, "That's a sweet offer, Jeremy but...I need time to think about it. I can't just decide like that," she explained.
"But you'll consider it?" Jeremy asked.
"I'll consider it," Max said again ending Jeremy's confession before it started.
Kenny lay in bed amidst rumpled sheets with Sonia by his side. It was late and he heard max come home and head for the left over Chinese or the ice cream, neither one boded well. Carefully, so he wouldn't disturb Sonia, Kenny got up.
"Hey, party girl," he greeted, "why the left over food?"
"No real reason," Max sighed, "just not ready to sleep yet."
"Oh, okay. How'd the date go?" Kenny asked, sitting backwards on a chair next to her.
"Great. The food was good, Jeremy was his sweet self," Max replied spooning another mouthful of chicken and broccoli.
"So why the leftovers?" Kenny asked.
"Huh?" Max couldn't believe Kenny wanted to have this conversation.
"Come on, Max," Kenny sighed, "You know you only eat in the middle of the night when something's bothering you. What is it?"
"It's nothing," Max said, "Jeremy asked me something tonight..."
"Oh, Max, tell me he didn't propose," Kenny groaned.
"He didn't propose," Max confirmed, "but he did ask me to move in with him."
"Move in with him," Kenny repeated, "Why? You live here."
"I know, and I love it here, and I appreciate you taking me in. But I can't live here forever. I'm cramping your style, we both know that," Max said sadly.
"No, you aren't," Kenny protested, "its great having my best friend here, my partner. It's great having pizza night..."
"Kenny," a sultry female voice called, "I'm getting..." Sonia's voice dropped, "Who's this?"
Kenny looked shocked as he remembered Sonia had been in his bedroom, "Oh, um, Sonia, this is my roommate, Max. Max, um, Sonia."
"You never told me Max was a woman," Sonia spat angrily, before swearing at him in Spanish.
"What did she call you?" Max asked cocking one eyebrow.
"A pig," Kenny replied deadpan.
"I can agree with that," Max confirmed, "There's been six women in here in five days."
"That's my lifestyle, you knew that's, that's why we made the rules," Kenny reminded her.
"Yeah, but I never thought...Kenyy, this is disgusting even for you," Max pointed out.
"Well, this is me, Max. Plain and honest," Kenny declared, "If you don't like it."
"What?" she prodded, "if I don't like it what?"
"Leave! Your precious Jeremy wants you over there to ridicule and criticize him, so don't let me keep you from the promised land!" Kenny shouted, not sure where his anger came from. He never cared too much about what Max thought before.
"Fine!" Max shouted in reply heading for the sanctuary of her room, "I'll be out of here tomorrow!"
"Good and don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out," Kenny shouted, retreating the bathroom.
He didn't know where it came from, all right, he did. He was jealous of Jeremy he wanted what Jeremy had but he knew he'd be damned before he'd get it. Max was too good for him and he knew it. There was no way, the he and Max would ever work. So he had to stop kidding himself. He had to stop it.
"I don't understand, Kenny," Max complained one evening while she finished curling her hair, and Kenny finished shaving, "We had those punks. We had them cold. All we needed was one of the Schindlers to ID them.
"That or a DA with bigger balls," Kenny commented, "Littleton won't go after the without the ID. But without it, we still have enough evidence to convict. We have the plate."
"Won't hold up without Ruth Schindlers testimony," Max sighed, "Forget it. We're going to lose the case if we go to trial. Might as well not go."
"Speaking of go, where are you going tonight. You're all dressed up?" Kenny asked.
"Jeremy has a function in Madison tonight. I'm going with him," Max replied. "What about you? You never shave in the evening."
"I have a date with Sonia," Kenny supplied turning on the tap to rinse his razor.
"Now, you have a Sonia?" Max asked, "Wasn't it, a Dottie yesterday?"
"No, Dottie was Tuesday. Yesterday was Lucy," Kenny corrected.
"You disgust me," Max groaned as she tipped her head over to brush her hair.
"What? I'm young, I'm free, there's nothing wrong with having some fun," Kenny tried to justify.
"You're never going to find someone to settle down with if you..."
"Whoa!" Kenny cut her off, "Who said I wanted to settle down?"
"Well, most people..." Max began.
"Max, I'm not most people," Kenny interrupted again, "Now let's drop this before we have another fight about my personal life."
"Fine," Max clipped almost slamming her brush down on the sink, "Consider it dropped."
Max wondered why Kenny's regression to his old dating habits bugged her. He was Kenny and he was behaving like Kenny should behave, different women, lots of sex, no commitment. That was what Kenny did, that was who Kenny was, so why all of a sudden was it bothering her.
Jeremy noticed Max's silence and preoccupation that evening and finally on the drive back to Rome, he questioned her about it.
"Maxine, Sweetheart, what's bothering you tonight?" Jeremy asked.
"Is it that obvious?" she smiled sadly.
"Yes," Jeremy laughed, "besides, I know you."
"Yes, it seems you do," Max agreed, "it's just, I'm not sure if I can live with Kenny much longer. This week alone I met five different women."
"It's Thursday," said Jeremy.
"Monday was his day off," she explained.
"Well," Jeremy said, "Max I wanted to talk to you about this for awhile now and it finally seems like the right time so..."
"Spit if out, Jeremy," Max laughed, "I won't bite."
"Well, it's great of Kenny letting you live at his place, sharing expenses, and all but...we've been together for awhile now and I wanted to ask, how would you feel about moving in with me?"
Max was shocked but flattered at Jeremy's question, but wasn't sure how to answer..."Maxine? Say something," Jeremy prompted.
"Wow, Jeremy," Maxine sighed, "That's a sweet offer, Jeremy but...I need time to think about it. I can't just decide like that," she explained.
"But you'll consider it?" Jeremy asked.
"I'll consider it," Max said again ending Jeremy's confession before it started.
Kenny lay in bed amidst rumpled sheets with Sonia by his side. It was late and he heard max come home and head for the left over Chinese or the ice cream, neither one boded well. Carefully, so he wouldn't disturb Sonia, Kenny got up.
"Hey, party girl," he greeted, "why the left over food?"
"No real reason," Max sighed, "just not ready to sleep yet."
"Oh, okay. How'd the date go?" Kenny asked, sitting backwards on a chair next to her.
"Great. The food was good, Jeremy was his sweet self," Max replied spooning another mouthful of chicken and broccoli.
"So why the leftovers?" Kenny asked.
"Huh?" Max couldn't believe Kenny wanted to have this conversation.
"Come on, Max," Kenny sighed, "You know you only eat in the middle of the night when something's bothering you. What is it?"
"It's nothing," Max said, "Jeremy asked me something tonight..."
"Oh, Max, tell me he didn't propose," Kenny groaned.
"He didn't propose," Max confirmed, "but he did ask me to move in with him."
"Move in with him," Kenny repeated, "Why? You live here."
"I know, and I love it here, and I appreciate you taking me in. But I can't live here forever. I'm cramping your style, we both know that," Max said sadly.
"No, you aren't," Kenny protested, "its great having my best friend here, my partner. It's great having pizza night..."
"Kenny," a sultry female voice called, "I'm getting..." Sonia's voice dropped, "Who's this?"
Kenny looked shocked as he remembered Sonia had been in his bedroom, "Oh, um, Sonia, this is my roommate, Max. Max, um, Sonia."
"You never told me Max was a woman," Sonia spat angrily, before swearing at him in Spanish.
"What did she call you?" Max asked cocking one eyebrow.
"A pig," Kenny replied deadpan.
"I can agree with that," Max confirmed, "There's been six women in here in five days."
"That's my lifestyle, you knew that's, that's why we made the rules," Kenny reminded her.
"Yeah, but I never thought...Kenyy, this is disgusting even for you," Max pointed out.
"Well, this is me, Max. Plain and honest," Kenny declared, "If you don't like it."
"What?" she prodded, "if I don't like it what?"
"Leave! Your precious Jeremy wants you over there to ridicule and criticize him, so don't let me keep you from the promised land!" Kenny shouted, not sure where his anger came from. He never cared too much about what Max thought before.
"Fine!" Max shouted in reply heading for the sanctuary of her room, "I'll be out of here tomorrow!"
"Good and don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out," Kenny shouted, retreating the bathroom.
He didn't know where it came from, all right, he did. He was jealous of Jeremy he wanted what Jeremy had but he knew he'd be damned before he'd get it. Max was too good for him and he knew it. There was no way, the he and Max would ever work. So he had to stop kidding himself. He had to stop it.