Venus2006/I

Maurice:
This other man, the other man who loved you, was he not kind to you?

Jessie:
He was kind, for a time. He promised me things. He bought me stuff. We had champagne and there were roses.

Maurice:
Then you got pregnant.

Jessie:
Does everyone know?

Maurice:
It's happened to girls before.

Jessie:
Then... then he stopped being kind. He went the other way. A long way that way. He were engaged. I didn't know. It wasn't a miscarriage. My mum called it that. It were an abortion. And she made me.

Maurice:
Terrible.

Jessie:
Yeah. Yeah.

Maurice:
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, and summer's lease hath all too short a date: sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, and often is his gold completion dimm'd, and every fair from fair sometime declines, by chance, or nature's changing course untrimm'd, but thy eternal summer shall not fade, nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st, nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade, when in eternal lines to time thou grow'st, so long as men can breathe, and eyes can see, so long lives this, and this gives life to thee."