"Maura, why do you care if anyone knows that you have a sister?" Jane inquires.

"Yeah, Maura, why?"

"Why don't your parents want to celebrate with you?" Jane questions Allison.

"You should ask Maura."

"I'm not going do this, not here," Maura responds. She pulls out her purse, and puts a few bills on the table. She storms out.

Jane watches Allison's face, as Maura storms out. Her facial expression doesn't change.

"You need a ride?" Jane probes.

"That would be great," Allison nods.

"Why did she storm out?"

"You'll have to ask her that."

Allison follows Jane to her car. They're halfway to Maura's before either of them says another word.

"Why did she get so upset that I said you look like her?"

"It's complicated."

"Obviously."

"She doesn't like for anyone to know too much."

"What do you mean?"

"I think that you should ask her."

"What am I missing, here?"

"When Maura left for college, she tried to leave everything about herself, that she didn't want people to know, behind."

"You didn't look surprised when she left."

"She's good at it. My earliest memories of her, are memories of her leaving. She was always leaving. She was always storming out. I'm used to it."

"The two of you aren't close?"

"Not particularly. She graduated high school when she was seventeen. I was barely a year old, when she left for college. She was always too busy with school to come home. I usually see her once a year. She comes home for my birthday, that's about it."

"You came to here, this time?"

"Maura, and my parents have a notoriously icy relationship. They do not get along, at all. They have different views of the world. When I was fifteen I decided that it would be better for everyone, if I just came to her."

"And your parents were ok with that?"

"They're too busy doing charity events to even notice that it's my birthday. They put money in my bank account, and call it a day."

"I see."

They pull into Maura's driveway. They find Maura's car in the driveway. Jane puts her car into park. She turns, and looks at Allison.

"Are you going to get out?"

"Only if you come with me."

"She made it clear that I crossed a line."

"I might need police protection."

"You fear for your life?"

"Yes," Allison nods.

"Then I'm obligated to go in with you."

Jane follows Allison into Maura's. They step into the house. Jane closes the door, behind them.

"Maura?" Jane calls out.

She doesn't get an answer. Allison moves towards the kitchen. They find Maura sitting at the bar, staring at a wine glass. Allison shakes her head. She doesn't say a word. She simply takes the bottle, and returns it to the refrigerator.

"Are you over your fit, now?" Allison questions.

"Allison, I don't want to do this right now," Maura insists.

"There is no time like the present."

"Allie, please."

"What do you want me to say, Maura? Do you want me to apologize for something I didn't even do? Would you like me to pretend that nothing happened, back at the restaurant? You want me to update you on my life, and pretend that everything is peachy?"

"Yes," Maura responds.

"Ok," Allison nods, "Let's see. I have decided that I am probably not going to go back to school in the fall. I am going to get married, instead."

Maura turns and looks at her. Jane watches from the sidelines. She plants herself on a barstool on the other side of the counter.

"No, you're not," Maura replies matter-of-factly.

"Why not?"

"Allison, are you being serious?"

"Yes. I am."

"Why would you want to do that?"

"I'm in love."

"In love? What do you know about love? You're twenty years old."

"I'm twenty one. Today is my birthday."

"I know that. I was there."

"Why can't I get married? I am old enough to get married, if I want to."

"I'm not going to let you throw your life away."

"Throw my life away? Is that what you think? Maura not everyone can be like you. I'm not like you. I'm never going to be like you. I don't want to be like you. I am tired of being compared to you."

Before Maura can respond, Jane interjects. "Can you back up for a minute, please? Maura you said that Allison is adopted earlier. Then, just now you said you were there when she was born. Can you explain that please?"

"Yeah, Maura, can you explain that?"

"Allison, seriously..." Maura's cheeks redden in embarrassment.

"Maura, just tell her," Allison insists.

"Tell her? Tell her what? There is nothing to tell."

"You are impossible. Maura she is your best friend. Don't you think that she should know."

"Know what?" Jane pipes in.

"Sometimes I think that you really are a monster. Sometimes I think that they were right," Allison reveals.

"Allison don't do this."

"Someone has to. Enough, already. My whole life has been shrouded by secrets, and lies. And why? Who cares?"

Maura doesn't respond. Jane looks at Maura, and then at Allison. The same lips, eyes, and skin tone. They were similar, in so many ways. The only difference being the hair. The texture and thickness was the same, but the color was the variation. Allison's hair more was sandy blonde, with far fewer red highlights. The similarities were eerie. They looked like sisters. Or... Jane is unable to prevent her thought from spilling out her mouth, as words.