JON: I can change, I swear. ANNA: It...

JON: I can change, I swear.
ANNA: It’s not you Jon. I love you like you are.
JON: It’s just that I’m...not enough?
ANNA: None one is.
JON: You are.
ANNA: You were with Jessa. And Hillary. Before me.
JON: And you hated that I was.
ANNA: I got over it.
JON: And that was...before you.
ANNA: I never had a before you, Jon. Not really. I was a little girl when you met me. I’m not anymore.
JON: No, you’re not. You’re a married woman.
ANNA: And I missed all the stuff that supposed to come between.
JON: “All the stuff that was supposed to come between.” That doesn’t sound like one night to me.
ANNA: Maybe it is.
JON: Maybe?
ANNA: And maybe it’s never. Maybe knowing I could would be enough.
JON: Then how about I say you can and then you don’t. Does that fix everything?
ANNA: It doesn’t work like that.

(Jon rises and paces into the kitchen.)

JON: It doesn’t work, Anna.
ANNA: Because you won’t let it.

(He sees something on the counter--a corkscrew wine opener. He picks it up. She looks away.)

JON: What’s this?
ANNA: Nothing.
JON: You’ve been drinking?
ANNA: I had wine. Jon. I had some wine with Beth. I asked her to come over. Because you were gone. And we had...a little bit of wine.
JON: I don’t even know you anymore.
ANNA: You drink sometimes, Jon.
JON: I don’t care if you drink, Anna. (re: Anna’s caring) But you used to. And you don’t anymore. You’re not the same person I married.
ANNA: I’m not. I’m not supposed to be. You’re not supposed to be the same person at twenty three as you are at eighteen. Or at thirty-three as you are at twenty-three. Or at forty-three. We’re supposed to grow together. That’s what everyone said, right? Well, I can’t grow if I don’t change.
JON: That’s fine if you change. But I don’t know how we grow together if you won’t drink with me but you get drunk with your friend--
ANNA: I didn’t get drunk--
JON: You spent the night--
ANNA: I didn’t spend the--...I had some wine. You’ve had wine. Jon, I’ve watched you drink it. So. Don’t.

(Something has caught Jon’s attention in the sink. Anna stops, watching him. He contemplates the corkscrew in his hand a moment. Then looks up at Anna.)

ANNA (cont’d.): What?

(Jon looks at her a moment. He reaches into the sink, pulls out a pair of wine glass and places them on the counter with a clink. He reaches in the sink and pulls out a third wine glass and places it on the counter next to the other two. Anna looks away.)

JON: Anna…?

(She does not respond.)

JON (cont’d.): Anna.
ANNA: A friend of Beth’s. Came, too.
JON: And what was this friend’s name?
ANNA: Jason.

(A beat.)

JON: And why didn’t you mention him before? “Beth came over.” Why not “Beth and her friend Jason?”
ANNA: You’re right, I should have.
JON: He wasn’t Beth’s friend, was he?
ANNA: Yes, he was.
JON: From where?
ANNA: He lives in her dorm.
JON: Is he someone you know?
ANNA: Yes.
JON: Is it him?

(A beat.)

ANNA: I’m sorry?
JON: Is it him?
ANNA: Is it who?
JON: Have you slept with him, Anna?
ANNA: No.
JON: Anna--?
ANNA: No.
JON: But you want to?

(A long beat. Then…)

ANNA: Yes.
JON: You have, haven’t you?
ANNA: No.
JON: But you want to.
ANNA: Yes.

Bob Dylan’s “You’re a Big Girl Now”

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