INT. KERRY AND SANDY'S PLACE - LIVING ROOM
Kerry is sitting on the couch, her feet pulled up with her, reading a book. She's wearing reading glasses. Sandy walks into the room, still wearing her uniform.. There are two glasses of wine on the table.
SANDY: Take-out should be here any minute now.
KERRY: (glances up from book) Okay.
Sandy walks over to stand behind the couch. She massages Kerry's shoulders a little, and leans in to look at the book.
SANDY: Hey. (kisses Kerry on the head a few times) What you reading?
KERRY: Uh, Mansfield Park.
SANDY: (smiles, kidding) For like the fourty-fifth time?
KERRY: (smiles too) No. It's just the third time.
Sandy picks up the remote and turns on the TV as she heads to sit down on the couch herself.
SANDY: Why read, man, when you've got TV?
Sandy flops down on the couch, pulls off her sneakers, and starts adjusting the pillows to make herself more comfortable. Kerry sets her book aside.
KERRY: You know, I don't, uh...
Kerry uses the remote to turn the TV off. Kerry is clearly anxious about what she wants to say, but decides just to come out with it.
KERRY: I don't want to wait. I-I think that we should try again.
Sandy has settled back with a glass of wine, but sets it back without having taken a sip.
SANDY: You feel like something's missing here Kerry?
KERRY: Yes! (nods) Yes.
SANDY: Okay, well, are you sure you're ready?
Kerry sets her glasses on the table.
KERRY: I was thinking that it should be... (sighs) I was thinking that it should be you this time.
SANDY: (are you serious?) Me? (then) Kerry. Honey. Listen. You know what I do. I-I'm the roofman. I can't swing a Halligan when I'm six months pregnant.
KERRY: You can take a leave. I mean, y-you're younger. You'd have a better chance.
SANDY: Listen, I know I'm supposed to feel like I want to carry a baby, but I don't.
KERRY: (sincere) Once that baby's inside of you, it's... I mean, it's incredible. I mean, it's, it's... (Kerry is at a loss for words)
SANDY: Kerry, I don't want it! I don't want it. (shakes her head) And I know that makes you feel like I'm not a... a total woman or something but...
KERRY: (interrupts) No it doesn't! It doesn't... (sounds like she's about to cry) doesn't make me feel that.
Kerry leans back and sighs. Sandy leans forward and tries to stroke Kerry's hair, but Kerry's resistant to being coddled.
SANDY: Babe, listen to me... listen.
Kerry looks at her.
SANDY: We're being totally honest here. I can't. I'm sorry, but I, I can't.
Kerry leans into Sandy.
KERRY: Not even for me? Come on...
Sandy recoils to her end of the couch, not disgusted/annoyed with the manipulation.
SANDY: Don't do that. Come on. That's not fair.
KERRY: Well none of this is fair, Sandy. None of it's fair.
SANDY: (gets up, using the remote to turn the TV back on as she gets up) Call the take-out guy. Should've been here by now.
Sandy walks out the frame, leaving Kerry sitting sadly on the couch.