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Wednesday June 25, 1997
"I have to say something, don't I? He's waiting over there for me to say something. But if I talk to him he'll leave me, he'll dump me for sure."
Jessica listens to Madison talk and holds her hand, "Then let him dump you," Jessica says, "He treats you so bad. How did you stay with him this long?"
Madison snatches her hand away, "I ask for your help. I love him, y'know. This is killing me. I love him, that's why I stay."
"Your love is wasted then," Jessica tells her.
Casey's Jook Joint is nearly empty. It's almost closing time. Jessica has been there with Madison nearly four hours. Jakob just got there eleven minutes ago.
Madison makes her way to Jakob's table. Jessica's heart breaks as she leaves. Jessica stares into her coffee cup.
"Will you leave me now?" Madison asks Jakob. Her long brown hair hangs in tiny braids. She is barefoot.
"Maddie, I tried," he pleads, "You know I tried but I can't do it. I can't do this."
"You wouldn't have done this," Madison looks away to stare at the ground, "If I hadn't miscarried, you never would have done this."
"You wanted an abortion just as much as me," he warns her, "Maybe more."
"Well, maybe I didn't," she replies, and she's started to cry, "Maybe I just changed my mind. Maybe I would have kept it."
"And I would have left you anyway," Jakob concludes. He rises.
"How can you say...?" Madison says, bewildered.
"It's the truth." He throws a few bills onto the table beside his empty cappuccino mug, "It's just the truth."
He turns and walks out of the coffeehouse and Madison watches him go with her mouth open. The waiter has begun to put the chairs upside down on top of tables.
"Tell her what?" Jessica asks, incredulous, "There's nothing-"
"Am I a fool? Am I the only one who sees?" Prue interrupts, jealously, "I see the way you look at her, I see the way you feel. But for the entire six months you say nothing."
Jessica watches Madison as Jakob leaves, "What would I say? She would never hear it."
"You say 'Jakob's a fool and he just doesn't know.'" Prue dictates. Her short, dark hair is slicked back and her dress is made of hemp. Her feet are bare as well, "You say 'You braid your hair and wear cherry lip balm. You eat cucumber and hang in a coffeehouse 'til closing and I love you for it.'"
Prue leans back in her velvet chair, "That's what I'd say to you."
Jessica won't reply. Her fingers trace a pattern etched into the wooden table.
"You act like you have no idea," Prue finally continues, "It's been six months. Don't you know by now, Jessica? Don't you know by now what you feel?"
Jessica won't reply but she rises and makes her way to where Madison is sitting alone. Someone onstage is reciting poetry ad the lights are so dim they may as well be off. Jessica's sandaled feet ache from too much walking. She sits down next to Madison.
"He never knew what he had," Jessica begins, "He had no clue."
"He knew," Madison contradicts, quietly, "He just never cared."
There's a silence and then a break where a group of people still left in Casey's laughs boisterously.
"How could he do this to our love?" Madison says to no one in particular.
"How?" Jessica has reached her sticking point, "How could you? He treated you so bad. How could you cherish a man who never loved you? How could you adore someone who couldn't love your baby? You're a fool to love like that."
"How can you say this to me now?" Madison asks, beyond hurt.
Jessica kneels to crouch in front of her. Prue watches enviously from the doorway, "Everyone knows, Madison. Everyone sees it but you."
Madison rolls her eyes in near disgust, "Don't start this with me now."
"You come to me with everything," Jessica ignores her request, "You give me your soul and then go running to him."
She cradles Madison's bare feet in her palms, "I would never turn my back. If you would just try. Just let me in...and I would be good to you. I would be there for you. Don't you know that I could be good enough?"
Jessica places her cheek up against Madison's cold feet. Madison sighs, "You are the most faithful mistress I have known. But I could never let you in. Your love won't make me whole. You're not strong enough to be my man," she says.
"Why won't you tell her?" Prue asks Jessica as she takes a seat across from her, "You sit with her here for hours but you say nothing. Why won't you tell her?"
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