Chapter 8: Maureen and Joanne on the Street
"What was that all about?" Joanne yelled, once out on the street.
"I don't know," Maureen mumbled.
"What?"
"I don't know!" she screamed, "I just saw them together, so happy and stuff, and I guess I got a little jealous."
"Why?" the lawyer asked, calming herself down. "Why do you care if Mark has a girlfriend or not?"
"I don't know," she whispered.
"Am I not making you happy?" Joanne asked, beginning to tear up herself.
Maureen looked up. "No!" she shouted, "That's not it at all." She reached to hug her lover, who pulled back.
"Then why?" she sobbed, "Why do you need him?"
"I don't, Pookie," Maureen cried, "I need you."
"Do you?" Joanne asked, "Honestly, Maureen, do you love me?"
The performer looked down at her hands. She knew that she had to answer truthfully. "I-I don't know," she whispered, ashamed.
"Well then," her lover said wiping her own tears away, "you'd better figure it out." She began to walk away from the café, and toward the train station.
"Are you going home?" Maureen called. Joanne stopped and turned.
"I'm going to my home," she sighed, "you'll have to find your own."