"Listen Bill, I don't want to believe what you're saying even if I would like to. I'm not dumb and I don't like it when you think that I am.
"Baby I didn't say that anywhere"
"Wait, let me finish... It's really nice being in this house. That I won't deny. At least it saves me from being in my own and think about my parents all year round Bill. That's why I am trying not to be on pressure to go. I am sorry I've been here long. But eventually I will go. I am also sorry I had to disgust you with my drinking. It's not like I called it. I came out that night-time because I was tired of constant mourning. I wanted to come out of the house and start living again. I had spent close to four years in that house doing nothing. I realized it had to stop or I would grow old doing nothing or I would die young and sad before thirty or I would even run mad. It's not wanted. It was not my intention that I drink so bad a stranger finds me and takes me home. I wanted to know. I was looking for you. I didn't t know it was you, but I had wanted to know who took me home. That was why I returned the second time. I swear I did not want to bother you with my troubled self. I just needed somebody to be there. I am sorry it had to be you Bill. I really am. It's painful I know but I don't want to be the reason your marriage fails as well. Let's say that last night was a mistake. But I don't like it when you treat me like a disgusting creature. You get that?
Bill was quiet. Linda's words stung him deep. He was hurting. He couldn't believe he had hurt her like this. He had granted her less than she could offer. He realized he'd despised her in his own words and she had formed an opinion of how he viewed her.
"Linda, can you sit with me? Please" he begged. He held her hand and led her back to the bed room. Then he sat her on the bed. Kneeling himself down in front of her.
"Listen babe. I am sorry I made you feel about yourself. Clearly it was my fault I judged. I'm really sorry. But, I said this wrong. I am sorry. You do not disgust me. I just didn't like the fact that I met you on two different occasions under the same scenario. Linda I am falling for you. You've never left my mind since that night at the club. I've spent every day thinking about you. Wondering whether I should come to you. Whether I should come to your house. There is not a day that passed and I did not find myself uttering your name. Recalling those scenarios. I went to the club every night since the day I dropped you home thinking you would come. That's how I knew your name and location. The pass you had when you lay down by the road. I meant really no wife when I said she was here. I was referring to you. Thinking you would get the joke. But from the club, I thought about you every day and night. Each day was worse than the one before. Then you took two weeks. I was dying. I didn't know where to start. I had kept the picture of your perfect body while I was dressing you in that night dress. Fighting every urge to touch you, which would not be good. I wanted you to be fine. To look at me. to have me in your dreams. But you were having night mares. I wanted to be the one you call when you are sleeping. Not them, I am really sorry Linda.