Matt: I never could’ve stood up to him w...

Matt: I never could’ve stood up to him without you here. You really... With a woman like you...

Amy: I’m here for you, honey. Oh, I’m so proud of you. Let’s celebrate.

She disappears and comes back with a gleaming Red Velvet Cake.

Matt: I asked you to not get any sweets.

Amy: But it’s your favorite. And it’s Christmas. You’re doing so well, I thought that maybe it would be nice. Twelve pounds is a great step. A little cake won’t hurt. I thought you’d like it.

A beat.

Matt: (struggling, stopping and starting) I think. You. Need to go home. Okay?

Amy: Did I do something wrong?

Matt: Yeah.

Amy: What? It’s just cake.

Matt: Yeah. If you don’t know why that’s a problem I don’t think I can make you understand.

Amy exits to the kitchen, returning with a purse and a sweater. She walks to the front door.

Amy: I’m sorry, Matt.

Matt nods. A beat.

Amy: (cont’d) I... where am I supposed to go? I stayed with you. I wanted to have Christmas with you. Help me understand.

Matt: I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?

Amy: Screw you.

She slams the door on her way out. Matt stares at the Red Velvet Cake, begging to him. After 15 seconds he exits to the kitchen, returning with a trash bag. He uses a fork to slide the cake off its platter into the garbage. Matt throws the bag out the front door, slamming the door behind him. His gaze is drawn to the table and he picks up the fork, covered in cake and frosting. He holds the fork close to his face, thinking, then opens the front door and tosses the fork out too.

Cake was developed with The CRY HAVOC Company

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