MANSION - LIVING ROOM
"I...suppose you're here to see
Judith muttered as she slowly walked around
the room and stopped at the bar to pour herself a martini.
"Um, yes," Burt
replied awkwardly. "We're...going out to dinner."
He paused for a moment as he tried to find the right words to approach the
subject. "H-how have you been doing since...since..."
accident?" She turned to face him and took a lengthy sip from her
drink. "I would suppose that if I said 'as well as could be
expected', it would sound rather cliché, wouldn't it?"
"Not at all."
He watched her movements closely. In spite of the horrible tragedy that
she'd suffered, she still carried herself with a carriage and a grace that
couldn't be rivaled. She appeared calm and cool on the outside, but he
knew her too well. Burt knew that despite her appearance, she was a broken
mess on the inside. That duality of personality was one of the things that
had forced him to fall in love with her. Of course, that had all been so
"Truthfully, it's been
more difficult than I could have ever imagined." Judith turned away
from him to hide the apparent vulnerability that she'd begun to feel.
"I...I never really wanted that child. In the beginning, I was
frightened by the entire idea of childbirth and childrearing. However, I
discovered that I wanted that baby more than I could ever have imagined.
Do you know why, Burt?"
"Judith, don't do this to
yourself." He wanted to reach out for her, to comfort her because of
their secret shared loss, but he couldn't bring himself to make the effort.
"I wanted that child
because it was yours." She paused as she felt her lip begin to quiver
and fought to keep her voice from cracking. "It...was the only thing
I had left of you. It was the only thing I had to...hold on to."
"Judith, you have to
accept this and move on. You have to put this in the past. Isolating
yourself like you've been doing isn't going to change anything and it isn't
going to bring the baby back."
She slowly turned to face him,
full of heartache and pain. "How can you be so cold? How can
you be so unfeeling? My baby...our baby...is dead! Of course, you
didn't want this child! It was merely a pothole in the road for your
love affair with my sister!"
"You know that's not how
it is," he said softly as he reached out for her only to find her quickly
growing hysterical as she backed away.
She let out a weak laugh. "So, Burt, tell me; what does it feel like
to mourn a child that no one knows exists? How does it feel to be all
alone in your grief? Well, that is if you really have any grief. You
didn't have any interest in that child, anyway. Do you lay awake at night,
all alone, and think about our child that will never be? Do you?"
"Judith, I can't tell you
how badly I do hurt because of this!"
"I guess this does make
things a lot simpler for you, doesn't it?" She eyed him carefully,
making sure to pay attention to his every movement and gesture. "Now,
no one will ever have to know about the bastard child that you shared with your
girlfriend's sister. No one will have to know because the baby's
going on?" came the voice from the doorway. "What are you two
Burt quickly froze in place at
the sound of the voice. How long had she been standing there? How
much had she overheard? He slowly turned to face her and nervously
approached her, never once taking his eyes of the confused face of his
girlfriend Janet Stokes.