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A will and a way- Part 5
Neither
one of them could be sure how long the kiss had gone on, nor could they be sure how long the passion had swept them away.
One minute they were on the verge of making love, and the next they were about as far away as two people could be. She sat
up in the limo and stared at him, tears filling her eyes. He looked at her, struggling to understand her resistance, and tears
filled his eyes as well. Why was it so hard for them to be together, they both wondered silently?
Nora (crying): I…
I can't do this.
Bo: What's wrong Red? I thought we were finally connecting here.
Nora: Look at me Bo. Look
at me. (She forces him to look at her until he notices the ring on her finger.) I'm married Bo. I really don't want to be
the kind of girl who cheats on every guy she ever marries. I don't want that kind of reputation. Can you understand that?
Bo: Of course I can. (Pause) Nora, I understand that better than anybody. I saw what it did to you after we split
up. Believe it or not, I don't want to see you go through that kind of pain again.
Nora: I know you don't Bo. You're
a good guy. Believe me I know what I'll be missing. (She gives him a gentle kiss on the lips as her tears fall like rain.)
But I can't do this to him. He was there when you weren't. He picked me up off the ground when I couldn't do it myself. And
I mean literally. This isn't fair Bo… nothing about this is fair.
Bo: Since when has anything about us been fair?
Was it fair when Rachel went to prison? Was it fair when Drew died? Was it fair when we thought we couldn't have children?
Was it fair when we lost each other? Was it fair when you thought I had died? Was it fair when you lost Matthew? No Red…
none of THAT has been fair. But I will not stand here and tell you that I think we will be better off apart because I've tried
that… and you know what, we're not?
Nora: I never said we were. God Bo… (Hysterical) I love you. I love
you so much…
Bo: That it hurts. I know. I feel exactly the same way. I don't think I could ever love anyone else
Red. You are my heart.
He takes her in his arms and holds her.
Nora: What do you want me to do Bo? (Pause)
You want me to leave him don't you? You want me to make myself vulnerable again? I'm not sure I can do that.
Bo: Fine.
I'm not going to push you. But will you at least think about it? Will you think about the kind of life we could have Red?
I would give you everything you've sworn you've always wanted. What does… wait a minute, you've never told me what your
husband's name is?
Nora: I don't want to hurt you Bo. When you died I was an absolute wreck. So was he?
Bo:
What do you mean? Do I know this person?
Nora (becoming physically ill now): It's your brother Clint….
She
rushes out of the limo and tries to run away, not wanting to see the look in his eyes. He catches up to her and grabs her
by the arms. She starts crying.
Nora: I'm sorry Bo. I'm so sorry.
Bo: Does he love you Nora? Does my brother
love you?
Nora: Not the way you think. I mean, we haven't even consummated this marriage. We couldn't. We were both
thinking of you. It would have been too much of a betrayal.
Bo: Ok, so why did you marry him?
Nora: Because
he asked. Because he wanted to help me try to get my son back. Because he was there… and you and Viki weren't. Bo, he's
still in love with Viki, just like I was still in love with YOU. This was a mutual agreement for both of us. Believe it or
not, he really helped me. I hope to God I helped him.
Bo: I bet you did. (Pause) But if you know he doesn't love you,
why are you so determined to stay with him?
Nora: Because I promised him I would. Because I promised him that I'd
never hurt him the way Viki had… The way I had hurt YOU. Do you really want to be the one responsible for hurting your
own brother?
Bo: I think we already have.
And with that he left her standing alone as she watched the limo
drive away.
Nora: Oh Bo, what have I done? I need a cigarette.
After she booked a plane back to Paris, she
suddenly remembered Matthew.
Nora: Please Bo. Do right by our son. I have to talk to Clint.
As she was boarding
the plane, an envelope arrived at their home back in Paris; Clint was about to open it.
To be continued.
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