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: It's not what you think, Whitley. Dion is the sweetest, most romantic guy I've ever gone out with. Whitley Marion Gilbert Wayne
: So I've heard. He's just nervous about the concert. Gina Devereaux
: Well, you know how I am - I'm so self-centered and I'm always running off at the mouth, and you know how I flirt. Whitley Marion Gilbert Wayne
: There's no excuse for what he did to you, Gina. You're much smarter than this. Gina Devereaux
: But he loves me... and I don't want to break up with him.
] Gina Devereaux
: I just want him to stop. Whitley Marion Gilbert Wayne
: Throwing jabs? You're making a big mistake, Gina, if you think you can change that boy. Gina Devereaux
: Well, I mean, I can try, can't I? Isn't love about sacrifices? I mean, maybe I am being stupid, but I don't even care anymore. Whitley Marion Gilbert Wayne
: I think you do, Gina. I think you do care. I think you're embarrassed about that black eye. Believe me, I know about sacrifices. But I'd rather sacrifice my relationship than my body... or my spirit. Gina Devereaux
: Well... that's easy for you to say. You always got somebody. Whitley Marion Gilbert Wayne
: That's right. And her name is Whitley. Gina, do you really think you need a man that doesn't respect you?
[removes Gina's glasses and holds her chin upwards, so that she is facing Whitley directly
] Gina Devereaux
: [as tears stream down her face
] I better not miss his call.
[rushes out of the room
: How about a refill? Gina Devereaux
: No thanks, Mr. Gaines Vernon Gaines
: Now, I know it's not my place, but it's old folks nature to butt in. Gina Devereaux
: Mr. Gaines, I've been getting a little too much of that lately. Vernon Gaines
: Well, I'll make it quick then. Tell you a story about my cousin Ida Mae. We grew up together. Ida Mae was always saying "I don't believe my husband loves me unless he hits me once a week." Well, one day her husband LOVED her to death. And we buried her last year.