"Angie!!" Jack pulled her up to a sitting position, forcing her to wake. Angela sighed and opened her eyes, unaware of her surroundings. At the sight of a dark shape looming over her bed, she jumped back and nearly screamed, her heart leaping to her throat.

"It's me, Jack," he hissed, kneeling by her bed so that she could see his face.

"Don't ever scare me like that again!"Angela gasped.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Jack apologized, grasping her hand.

"It's all right," Angela sighed and looked about the dark room, "why did you wake me up?" she asked, confused. Jack sighed apprehensively. Angela scooted over and Jack gingerly sat down. "Now, what is it?"

"I was, well, I heard a noise, and....Clara cried herself ta sleep," Jack finally spat out. Angela groaned and put her face in her hands. "It's all me fault," Jack continued, "I got mad at her at that party-I mean, she was actin' real outta line an' hangin' all ova' me, but still....I must've been too harsh on her."

"It's my fault too," Angela said quietly, "I yelled at her about her...behavior and I even called her trash," Angela finished guiltily.

"You called her trash?" Jack said incredulously.

Angela glared at him. "Thanks for the support," she said sarcastically.

"Sorry." Jack gave her hand a squeeze.

"It's ok. So," Angela sighed, "what do you want to do about this? I mean, we both had our reasons for getting upset but..." She shook her head.

"Clara...I don't think she's...she jus' wants ta be liked. That's all she wants," Jack said simply. Angela nodded, "well, she's awfully insecure! She was so nasty to me! Like she didn't know how else to handle the situation, like she was jealous."

"She is. She's been downright nasty ta Lynn lately, fer no real reason. She's had a hard time gettin' along at the Lodgin' House. And then," Jack lowered his voice, "she's just been all ova' me. But I-she's so insecure I don't wanna get mad because it'll hurt her feelings! But finally I couldn't take it. I mean, she was doing it in front of ya, knowingly, and well, it's just wrong."

"Someone needs to talk to her. She just doesn't understand what's right and what's not."

"You gonna do it?"

Angela shrugged. "I'll do it. Someone has to explain," she said firmly, "but it's going to have to wait until tomorrow. I'm tired." They shared a moment of silence, contemplating the next day.

"Hey, Angie?"