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    Entropy

    Maura fussed with her top, the fresh skin across her chest itched. “He said I’m fine.” She glanced at Jane for a moment before returning her attention to the top. “Do I still have my overnight bag in the trunk?” she asked.

    Jane frowned. “I think so, why?”

    Maura smiled sweetly, “Could you get it for me? Please?” she added as Jane rolled her eyes but got out of the car and checked the trunk, returning with a large bag. “Thank you.” Jane watched as Maura’s smile grew, that dimple melting Jane’s heart. She had to do something, say something. For the past ten days she’d been searching for the words, something eloquent and beautiful that would convey what she was coming to learn about herself. That she was head over heels, hopelessly in love with her best friend. And for ten days all she’d managed were the unpolished, ramblings of a ‘school of life’ student and South Boston native. They were clumsy and haphazard like Jane. They weren’t good enough for the woman sitting next to her and she knew it. And so, with one final glance towards Maura, who was rummaging through the bag and sighing heavily, she started the car and headed towards the precinct where Maura was due at an appointment with the psychiatrist.

    Traffic clogged the streets and Jane grew more and more impatient with each second. “Oh come on jackass!” she gestured at the driver in front of her who slammed on his breaks again for no apparent reason. “I should just get out and shoot him!” Jane said glancing at Maura who had pulled a top from the bag and was holding up in front of her as best she could.

    “Now Jane. He’s obviously lost, you could offer him help rather than shooting him.” Maura scolded her gently as she squeezed the bag into the back seat. Following the lost driver down the road, Jane lost all concentration on the road ahead of her when Maura peeled her sweater off and tossed it into the back seat before sliding into the simple t shirt she had selected.

    The crunch of metal on metal forced Jane’s attention ahead of her. The lost driver had apparently decided to test his brakes again and Jane had rear ended him.

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