"Maura, I'm sure that it was just a misunderstanding."
"I haven't heard from him, since."
"Maybe it's for the best."
"I don't know if I can do this on my own."
"Maura you are a grown woman, with the financial means. You can do this. You will."
"Do you think that Allie will forgive me?"
"Eventually."
"What if we don't make it to eventually?"
"You will," Jane promises.
Maura arrives home late, that night. She takes a quick shower, and pours herself into bed. She's so sound asleep, that she doesn't hear the front door open, and close. She doesn't hear the footsteps coming up the stairs. She doesn't hear anyone coming down the hall. She doesn't feel them climb into bed, next to her.
When she wakes up, it's only four AM. The nausea hits her hard. She reaches for the phone, and calls in sick. She decides to take the day, to sort her life out. She spends over an hour in the bathroom. When she comes out, she realizes that there is a lump in the bed. She quickly realizes the lump is a person. She stands in the doorway of the bathroom, with the light on, contemplating what to do.
"Turn the light off, I'm trying to sleep," a familiar voice tells her.
"Allison, what are you doing, in my bed?"
"Turn the light off, and I'll tell you."
Maura turns the light off, and returns to bed. She climbs in, and snuggles under the covers.
"Why are you here?"
"Do I have to have a reason?"
"I guess not, but why are you in my bed?"
"Because I feel bad."
"If you feel sick..." Maura begins.
"No. I feel fine. I feel bad, about what I said to you. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been so mean. You need my support."
"That's why you're here?"
"Partially."
"And the rest?"
"I'm not having more radiation."
"What?"
"I can't go through it again. I don't want to."
"I think that you're making a mistake."
"Maybe I am, but I just want to live, until I die."
"I want to argue with that..."
"But you won't. You're just going to support me."
"Ok," Maura agrees.
"I missed you. I think that I want to move to Boston."
"I would not object."
"Sometimes, I act like you."
"Meaning, what, exactly?"
"Sometimes I don't always make the best decisions."
"Can this wait, until morning? Al, I'm exhausted."
"Ok," Allison agrees.
They both fall back to sleep. When Maura wakes up Allison is still in bed with her. The sun is shining in the window, but Allison is still sound asleep. Maura looks at the clock. It reads 923. She gently shakes Allison.
"You can't sleep the day away."
Allison opens her eyes.
"Morning."
"Morning. What were you telling me?"
"Did you tell him?"
"Who?"
"Trent?"
"I did."
"And?"
"You were right."
"I'm sorry," she apologizes.
"Don't be. I'm glad that I know."
"He's a jerk, anyway."
"I misjudged him."
"He feigned interest in me, you know that, right."
"Why do you say that?"
"He's not genuine, and honest. He was just trying to get you..."
"Stop, right there."
"He was trying to get you into bed, and..."
"It worked. I don't want to talk about that."
"The point is, he isn't who you think he is."
"Jane thoroughly researched him."
"So, did I."
"And what did you find?"
"You weren't the only one. He's getting married."
"Getting married, what are you talking about?"
"He was dating another girl, the same time as he was with you. Her name is Brandi, with an I."
"Oh."
"And she's about twenty five. Their engagement was in the paper last night. I am surprised Jane didn't call you, and tell you."
"My phone is dead," she realizes, "I left it in the car, to charge."
"Why?"
"The wall charger shorted out, and nearly caught the house on fire."
"You lost it?"
"Misplaced it," Maura admits.
"So does this change things?"
Maura shakes her head, "Not at all. I am still keeping it."
"Do you really even believe in abortion?"
"It's a woman's right to choose."
"But, it's not right for you?"
"I guess."
"Why do you feel that way?" Allison wonders.
"To find that answer, all you have to do is look in the mirror."
"What do you mean?"
"I am thankful every day, that despite all of the mistakes I made, that I had you."
"You wouldn't take it back?"
"No," Maura answers, confidently.