"Alright, that's enough tears. Come home with me, okay? We can talk there."
"I'm not going back." Brenda gripped Madeline's hand tight.
"I just... I don't want to go back. Can you just stay here with me for a while?" Her fingers reached for another bottle on the table.
Madeline gently held her shoulders. "Stop drinking. He can't see you, and honestly, he doesn't care anymore."
Silence filled the room for a moment.
Then Brenda gave a shaky, wet laugh. "You're right. He couldn't even bother with a single explanation, so why would he care about me at all?"
"Thank you, Madeline..." Her words melted into a sigh. "Thank you for coming out here in the middle of the night just to say that."
Brenda hugged her, burying her face against Madeline's shoulder, lips trembling. "Now I'm even sadder. How is that possible?"
Funny how you can know all the right answers, but your heart never listens.
"Oh, wait... You coming out so late, won't Mr. Grayson be upset with you?"
Madeline's eyes dropped, her voice barely a whisper. "He won't care."
How could he? He'd already forgotten her. Someone else had taken her place.
Nothing she did mattered to him now. Getting upset over her would be a waste of his time.
"True. He has amnesia. What a jerk. Forgot you just like that. He's no prize either. Madeline, let's just forget about them. From now on it's us, okay? I'll take care of you and the kids, I mean it."
Madeline couldn't help but smile at that. "You're going to take care of me? I sign your paycheck, remember?"
"Fine. You take care of me, and we'll just have our own tribe of kids... A whole bunch of them. We'll drive those men crazy!"
Madeline grinned, her eyes sparkling. "Yeah, let's have a whole pack just to annoy them."
Brenda grabbed a bottle of red wine, and before Madeline could stop her, chugged a big gulp.
"Hey--" Madeline tried, too late.
"Don't try to stop me. It's not every day I get to drink my pain away, right?"
Madeline looked at her, wanting to laugh and cry at the same time.
Maybe if you got drunk enough, you could actually forget the pain for a little while.
She found a clean glass and poured herself a little wine.
Brenda noticed and reached out. "No, you can't drink..."
"It's just wine," Madeline said softly. "Not that strong. A little won't hurt. I'm drinking with you, isn't that what a good friend does?"
Brenda slapped the table and burst out, "You're the best. Sorry I dragged you out so late and made you crazy with me."
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