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Can we talk?
.:. insert picture of Adam, Bonnie and Joan with Bonnie confronting Adam .:.
Bonnie:
What the hell is going on with Adam? He sleeps with me and then he just leaves like it never happened. In school he walks by me without even so much as a glance in my direction. It's like I don't exist. I think I deserve at least an explanation for his behavior, so I think I should confront him.
Figures that his always present entourage is there, but I don't care. He owes me an explanation, and I'm gonna get one.
Adam:
Not Bonnie, not here, not in front of Jane! She is going to ruin everything. Her doll face looks up at me, accusing. Her voice sprays pure anger. Maybe I treated her unfairly, completely ignoring her. I can kinda understand her reaction, but I did it for my own protection. Or for Jane's? I don't know, I just know that I can't deal with Bonnie right now. I just hope she will go away, leave my life forever.
Joan:
What the hell was that all about? What did Bonnie mean, 'I think I deserve that'? Deserve what? For what? I stare at Adam's face, hoping he will give me an answer that will explain everything. He looks to the floor, like he's ashamed of something. I look at Grace, I see her silently exchanging insightful glances with Adam. It's like they know something I don't.
I confront Adam, but he gives me some lame excuse about lost arts supplies. He says she's a freak, in a tone of voice as if that will explain everything. I drill into him with both looks and words, but the stupid mock trial bailiff interrupts the quenching of my thirst for information.
Adam:
Oh God, how I hate lying to Jane. But I had to, I had no other choice. Grace's knowing looks, I think Jane knows that something is seriously wrong here. She's not stupid. No, I was. Am. Pathetically, I shrug my shoulders and lie to her. I can see it in her eyes that she won't be satisfied with my superficial, perfunctory lie. How can I make her believe that it's not what she thinks it is? How can I make her believe that when it is what she thinks it is? I stupidly rack my brain for explanations that won't sound phony, but mock trial rescues me. Saved by the bailiff.
Grace:
Oh man, Rove is in deep shit. Deep deep shit. I told him I knew what Girardi would think. And she does. I try not to look at Rove, but I can't help signaling to him that things just went from bad to worse. Because Girardi is not stupid. No, she may be a little eccentric sometimes, but she's not stupid. Rove, I really hope you come up with a good explanation to make this turn out right.