"What is it?" An older woman with curly red hair flung the door open. When she saw Jack her face softened. "Kelly! What are you doing here? It's late!" Medda looked at Jack concerned.

"Yeah, I know," Jack said apologetically, stepping inside. "See-I-well, this thing-" Jack gestured frantically with his hands.

"Whoa, whoa," Medda said soothingly, "slow down kid. Now, what is it?" Medda led Jack over to a little sitting area backstage with a few chairs and a small sofa. Jack sat down heavily and sighed. "I got a problem." Jack said, looking at Medda.

"Pour your heart out kid," Medda said, gesturing with her hand, "I'm all ears."

Jack smiled. "Thanks, Medda." He leaned back in the sofa, trying to collect his thoughts. He wasn't having much luck. Finally he turned to Medda, "Ya eva' been in love?"

Medda threw back her head and laughed. "Sure kid, lots of times," she said, understanding. "Which girl is this time?"

"Her name's Angela." Jack replied.

"Hmm, that's a new one. What's she look like?" Medda said, thinking.

"Pretty. Black hair, brown eyes. Nice smile, makes ya feel good, ya know?" Jack looked at Medda. She smiled and nodded. "Laughs a lot. Easy to talk to." Jack said wistfully.

"So how come you never bring her around here?" Medda asked.

"I can't. She moved to Boston a few weeks ago." Jack said softly.

"Mmm, I see. And you think you love her?" Jack stared at the ground, his brow furrowed. "Medda, how...how d'ya really know? That ya love someone. How do ya know that fer sure?"

Medda sighed. "I don't think that's something anyone can tell you," she said gently, "maybe it sounds silly but when you love someone, you'll know it. In your heart."

Jack sighed. "I'm so confused!" he said, frustrated. "I mean, I thought I was positive that I loved Angela an' that ev'rthin' was great, ya know? But now that I don't see her... I've been spendin' time with me friends, not even thinkin' about her! And then, today..." Jack trailed off and put his head in his hand.

"Oh," Jack groaned, "today, Clara wanted to come sell papes with me. So I let her. An' she was lookin' at me real...well, I could tell she liked me an'... an' she was real close ta me and-Medda, I thought she was real pretty an' fer a second-" Jack looked at Medda, very upset, "fer a second, I thought about kissin' her." Jack whispered. He closed his eyes and leaned back in the sofa, his face pained.

"Oh, boy, Kelly. This is some mess you're in." Medda said wryly.

"Yeah, don't I know it." Jack pressed his lips together and nodded.

"Well," Medda said, "the only thing I can think of is that you figure out if you love Angela. If you don't, you better end it there and pursue something else. But if you do love her, don't lose her. She sounds like a great girl." Medda smiled encouragingly.

Jack nodded. "She is. Thanks Medda. Thanks a million."