BRENT TAYLOR'S APARTMENT
"I thought I was coming over to wish
you a merry Christmas, but apparently I had the season wrong,"
Molly cracks
as she removes her coat.
Brent
doesn't look too concerned.
"There's not much of a point in decorating, is there? I'm not even going
to be here for Christmas."
"Still ... don't you want some of
that Christmas feeling?"
"If you're talking Bing Crosby blaring
on the stereo and pine needles all over the place, I'll pass, thank you
very much."
Molly shakes her head with amused
disapproval. "You're really getting into this bachelor thing, I see."
"Nah," he says. "It's just been an
insane year. I don't think a low-key Christmas will be a bad thing."
"Then going home and spending it
with your family is probably what you need," Molly agrees. "I only hope
things stay tame around here, too."
"You mean with Sarah?"
"Yeah. I haven't even seen her since
the other night. I'm sort of waiting for the other shoe to drop."
"If she has her way, it'll be two
shoes dropping, and they'll fall right on our heads," he adds wryly.
Molly is quiet for a moment, and
when she speaks again, her voice is much lighter. "I can't say I blame
her entirely."
"Me neither. Although tossing you
in the bay may have been crossing the line a little--"
"Well, yeah. But the fact that she
got out of line doesn't make me feel any better about what's happened.
And it doesn't make those things she said any less right. We hurt her really
badly, Brent."
"I know," he answers immediately.
"I wish none of this ever had to happen. I knew a long time ago that Sarah
and I shouldn't have gotten married ... I just wish we'd been able to acknowledge
that before there was so much damage done."
All Molly can muster in response
is a sad "Yeah."
An uncomfortable silence, heavy with
words left unspoken, blankets them. Then, abruptly, they both look up and
begin talking.
"Look, about the other night," Brent
says when Molly cuts herself off, "I've been thinking, and ... I just want
you to know that I'm not sorry it happened."
"You mean ... ?"
"Yeah, the part with us. I meant
what I said, Mol."
"I meant what I said, too."
"Good," he says, adding hastily,
"But that doesn't get us too far, does it?"
"No, I guess not."
"We can't just leave it hanging,"
he says with obvious difficulty. "So ... where do we stand? Where do we
go from here?"
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