“And we’re clear,” Alice exhaled and took off the headphones. She grabbed her things, threw it in her oversized purse, and walked out of the booth. Marilyn walked up to her and stopped her.

“Alice, I—I think it’s time for you to have a break. I mean—you come on the show every day and talk about the same things. I just want you to take a small vacation and come back when you’re fresh with new issues to talk about.” Alice grabbed her keys out of her pocket and walked away from her. “Have a nice night.” Marilyn shook her head and walked away.

*****

            Max walked into the house. He closed the door and put the keys in the bowl. Jenny continued to flick through the channels as she has music playing the background. Max walked over to the stereo and turned it off. Jenny looked up at him and got off the couch. She turned it back on and cranked it louder. She walked back over to the couch and sat down.

“What’s the matter with you? You know we do have neighbors.” He turned it off again and took off his jacket.

“I don’t know how much I can take from you Moira.”

“It’s Max.”

Jenny got off the couch and looked at her lover. “Well excuse me Max, you’re not the person I fell in love with. I want Moira back, the sweet, sensitive butch that I fell in love with. I want that, but where is she? Hello? Moira are you there?” She looked around and looked at Max. “I’m sorry, Moira is fucking dead.”  Max walked up to Jenny and grabbed her arm.

“What the fuck do you want me to say? I’m sorry that this the life that I’m choosing! I want to be a man, and if you don’t want to be with me than fine! You can be by yourself!” Jenny pushed Max away from her.

“I don’t like this person you’ve become. You’re an ugly person and disgrace to our kind. I never should have brought you here.”

“You know what, you made me this way Jenny. I blame me of the person that I’ve become. It’s all because of you. I want to fit in, but you try in your power to keep me from becoming me. I really hope that you see yourself because this is the real you. You keep hiding behind your fictious stories, but you can’t live out your own.” Max looked at Jenny and shook his head. “I’m out of here.” He grabbed his jacket and grabbed his keys. He walked out of the house and slammed the door. Jenny ran her fingers through her hair and sighed heavily.