Shane sat at the table tapping her cigarette against the ashtray. She looked up at Jenny and dropped her head. Jenny crossed her arms and chewed on her bottom lip.

“When were you going to tell me that you’re talking to Carmen?” Shane looked up at her friend.

“I never planned on telling you because noone was suppose to know that she was coming around. She needed someone to talk to when you left her at the alter.”

“It wasn’t the right timing for me to get marry. I felt in my heart that I couldn’t do it because I knew I would be telling a lie if I said I Do.”

Jenny shook her head. “Well you could have given us a warning instead of the night of the wedding.” Shane slammed her fist on the table making Jenny jump.

“You don’t know how hard it was for me not to show my face. I wanted to tell Carmen in person, but it would of only made things worse. I would have been an embarrassment to everyone including myself. I couldn’t face her so I left!”

“You didn’t have to run Shane. You knew you could of work things out with her.”

Shane waved her hand. “How? Explain to me how I could of done that. I don’t know what she would of done if I told her I couldn’t marry her.”

Jenny laughed softly. “I can think of a few things she could of done to you.”

“Right now isn’t the time for fuckin’ sarcasm.” Jenny sat up in her chair.

“It wasn’t sarcasm, I’m being honest with you.”

“Oh like you being honest with Max—Moira or whatever the fuck you want to call it.” Jenny pointed her finger at Shane.

“We’re talking about you and Carmen right now. Don’t bring my bullshit into this conversation.”

Shane put her hands up. “Sorry,” she took a drag of her cigarette.

“Why can’t you be normal Shane? Why can’t you settle down and try to have a love life.”

“Because that’s not who I am. To people out here in the world I’m a fuckin’ freak, but I don’t care what they think. I’m just out here trying to have fun before I die.”