The Fine's apartment:
Fran and Val had been up for hours. Fran couldn't sleep. Something just wasn't right. This was supposed to be a happy time but it wasn't. She sat on the plastic covered couch.
"This is your last night as a free women and you seem so...So down."
"Val am I doing the right thing?"
"What marring Danny?"
"Well, uh...yeah." Val pointed to Fran's chest.
"What does your heart say? Listen to it."
"It doesn't know. It's mixed, I mean...I mean torn." Oy. Torn was the right word. I'm torn between the two men that should I say love...or should it be loved? Oh I don't know what to think. She sighed. "Some of it says Danny's the one and the other half says to go back to Mr. Sheffield and the kids." Oy. The kids, what was I thinking? They're the ones that are hurting the most. How could I? "Oy, I don't know what to think Val. I've been waiting my whole life for this day. The day I got married. Why am I all of a sudden doubting myself?"
"I can't help you. But by the way that you're acting it's like... You're still thinking about that Sheffield guy. Aren't you? You're still hung up on him? Do you love this Mr. Sheffield?
"He's...There's so much, you know sexual tension between us but he can't commit. Not even to say... a date. Something or someone always seems to get in the way." Could Danny be one of those people? Could this just be a test for me? Would Danny go that far? Maybe he wants me to suffer even more. Oh, I don't know what to do? She shook her head. Get it together there's no conspiracy here. "When I think I have a shot with him. That's when things go wrong."
"You don't need that. If he really loved you like he says ...I mean shows you then he would have been right over here hours ago trying to win you over. And.." Val looks around. "Do you see him?"
"Well, no." Val does have a point. Fran lefts her head towards the ceiling, if you love me why not stop me. She wondered. You know where I am. You just don't care do ya. A tear dripped from her eye. I care about you. A flashback of Max with her in her bed saying that she was a good kisser, with those soft lips, started to appear but was interrupted by a knock at the door.
"That's him." Fran shouted out. She bolted to the door and swung it open. Behold it was no other then CC. She could hardly stand.
"Hell-ho, hell-ho Nann Fi."
"Ms Babcock...Are you drunk?"
"Whth of course. Who isnth?" she looked at Val. "Oh, this is a blessthed day. We shu all beth celebrating." She stumbles her way to the couch and plops down. "Whth not in the moooood?" And frowns. "Cheer up nann Fi. Things look splendth."
