Joey comes in to make himself food, seeing Carla rather on edge.
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"Trying to burn the asylum down?" He asks, opening the fridge.
"Very funny." She sniffles, plating her food.
"I didn't mean-I'm sorry."
"No it's fine, it was funny." Her expression was empty.
"I heard you having a hard time."
"No I'm fine."
"Carla, you can talk to me." He approaches her, resting his hand on her shoulder.
She lets out a surprised gasp, not taking her eyes off her food.
"Sorry."He pulled away.
"I just think there was a lot wrong with me, why my husband decided to beat me....to cheat."
"Just because you can't cook?"
"Or clean."
"That's not a reason to cheat or raise a hand to you."
"It's not?"
"Heavens no!" He gasped, wide eyed.
"Well that's what I thought."
"If he was really a man he would've talked to you about it, helped you through it and not thrown you to the side....physically and emotionally."
"I suppose you're right."
"You have your faults but you're still worth more than that."
"I am?" She asked, shocked as to have never heard that before.
"Yes and to prove it to you, I want to teach you to cook. Show that bastard what you're made of." He offers, smiling.
"I kinda wish he was still here to see it."
"Oh he's watching sweetheart, he's watching."
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