The Light of the Moon Page #5

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bars for as long as possible.

And then he'll just get out and do it again,

right? What is the point?

Well, I figure, it's better than

sitting around here and doing

nothin' all day.

And he'll get out, he'll do it

again - they always do it again.

And then - then we'll put

him behind bars for life.

And honey, if you were Black

or he was your husband?

Don't even think about it.

You're one of my easy cases.

Oh, do you want to -

do you want to go?

You can go. You can go.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

- It's ok? Yeah?

- Aha. Yeah.

Did you think about it?

What happened to me?

Hey... Let's just...

I want to know.

I did. I didn't want to,

but I did.

I'm sure that's

completely normal.

Did you?

This feels like a trap.

It's not. I promise.

Yes. I thought about it, ok? And I

f***ing hate that I thought about it.

Did the thought of it

turn you on?

- Bonnie. Come on.

- It's ok if it did.

The thought of that f***ing

piece of sh*t doing that to you?

No, that doesn't turn me on.

Does it turn you on?

Well, I just couldn't stop

thinking about it. So...

I just changed his face

to your face.

Ok, yeah. Yeah, that's...

That's fine.

Do you look at me

differently now?

- No.

- You must.

If you mean, do I love you any less?

No. If anything, I love you more.

Out of pity.

Do I still turn you on?

Babe. Baby, we just

had sex!

I know, but was it as good?

Was it - was it... I don't even

know what you want me to say.

So that's a no.

It was good. It was good,

baby?

Can we please just, like,

try to enjoy this moment?

I want to just enjoy this, you know?

Te amo.

I love you, too.

Bonnie. Bonnie? Can we have a

chat in the conference room?

Bonnie, we love your work

here, you know that.

Um... And, I know you're going

through a tough time right now,

and I want you to know that

we've got your back, 100 percent.

But we've decided it's just not

working having you as the lead

on The Speakeasy job.

It's just, it's such

a big account.

You know, we can't have a

misstep here.

I'm sure you understand that?

But, we'll put you on one of

the smaller jobs.

Maybe, maybe the

Martha's Vineyard Shop?

Great. Ok.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hey girl, hold your horses.

Oh my God, that last one

went right to my head.

And the three before that?

Ok, so I might see you

kids over the weekend?

I'll walk home with you.

Why? Where are you

going?

I dunno, I just want to go

for a walk. It's a nice night.

Yeah, I'll go too.

- Let's all go!

- C'mon!

Since when do we walk

each other home?

I was thinking about it and I feel like

we should make it a habit from now on.

Really?

Yeah, we can all take turns.

And I'll go last, cause

I'm the manliest.

Okay. Guys, come on.

What?

Are you going to be there every single time

I have to be walked home late at night?

No, but we're here now.

So...

Look. It's very nice and all,

but you can just go on home.

Then I'm paying for you cab.

Pree! You were just saying 20

minutes ago that you're broke.

Then I'll pay for it.

It's a 10 minute walk!

So, what's the big deal? We just

want to make sure you get home okay.

It just... It makes me feel some wounded

dog that you guys need to rescue.

Bonnie, we're just trying

to help.

Because I'm a walking billboard

that says:
"help me"?

Did Matt put you up to this?

What? No.

You are a terrible liar.

Ok, it's not that I don't appreciate

it or anything,

it's just there's no point.

It's only been a few weeks.

Yeah, but I wish everyone

would just get over it!

The way that you are?

Matt totally put you guys up to this.

He's the worst offender! I swear.

Okay, I'm just going to say the thing

that I'm probably not supposed to say

I'm so sick of the way everyone is looking

at me, and the half-assed shoulder rubs

and the random box of chocolates

on my desk from some f***ing guy

in accounting who I

don't even...

I've never even said "hello" to -

I'm sick of it!

It sucks, ok.

What happened to me, it's sh*t, but...

this "pity party" is just

making it worse!

I didn't... I didn't mean

you guys.

Ok, you can walk me home.

Hey.

Hey. It's 1AM.

Yeah, no, I was just about

to go to bed.

How were drinks?

Good.

Ok.

So now I have a neighborhood watch,

just for me?

You know, I saw you walking home the

other day from work. You were terrified.

Oh you're spying on me now, too?

- Oh come on.

- You come on.

I think we should move.

I love our apartment.

Yeah, me too. But I think it's time we get

a fresh start. You know, someplace new.

You mean run away?

No. It's not running away, okay.

I think it's for the best.

Even if it's just temporary.

I can get over this, okay?

I can walk home without being all weird...

I just, I don't think it's that

simple.

I mean... look... you're walking

past the place where it

happened, every day.

I mean, come on, who could

cope with that?

You are the one that's not

coping.

You're waiting up at night for

me?

And now you're home at

6pm on the dot

every single day.

I have been trying to get you to

come home early for months, and

this is what it takes?

It's bullshit.

Ok, I admit:
Maybe I haven't

handled this the best way, but...

You have made me so aware of my

every single movement.

And every time you do something

that is so "un-Matt"

it just reminds me that you look

at me completely differently now.

- That's not fair.

- It's true.

No it isn't!

Bullshit.

Ok, I... What do you want

from me?

I told you, I just want

everything to go back to the way

it was before.

I don't understand why that is

so goddamn hard to understand.

I, I don't know if it can be

like that again.

But look, maybe we're meant to

create a new-kind-of-normal.

Maybe that's how we get

through this?

And maybe, just maybe we end up some

place better than where we started?

Ok, so maybe I'll just be

thankful that I was raped?

F***. Stop misconstruing

my words.

How about this, okay?

How about you let me decide how

I feel and how I feel and how I

want to handle this.

Your way of handling it

isn't working, Bon.

F*** you. It's been

four weeks.

Exactly! It's been four weeks!

That's it.

So maybe it's not all meant

to snap back in four weeks.

You haven't even told

anybody the truth yet.

That has nothing to do with it!

Yes it does! Because

it puts it all on me.

And I don't -

I don't know if I can handle it!

I shouldn't have even told you.

Really, Bonnie? Like that was

even an option? Jesus Christ.

Look, it doesn't have to

be these two extremes,

you know? Maybe we're

supposed to find...

Oh please, please, stop

with the "we" bullshit.

This happened to us.

You have no... you have,

you really have no idea.

Alright. I'm just saying that

I lost something too.

What? Your girlfriend's

purity?

F***ing stop it.

I'm not... You're not going to

do that to me, okay?

You are not going to make me

into "that guy. "

I get that you're angry, ok?

I get that you're angry at him.

You're angry at all men.

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