Roxie shrugged her shoulders when he asked what had caused the leak.  "I'd guess the main pipe, but I don't know."  She was suddenly very aware of the fact that she had just yelled in front of his patrons, and it took some of the frustration out of her sails.  As they crossed the street back to her shop, she saw the look of surprise in Jane's eyes as she entered with Alban.  Jane was the only person Roxie had told about the thing with her mother and Alban.<br/><br/>Roxie wondered what hurt more, the crush and admiration she had felt for Alban being cut to shreds or the fact that he had taken advantage of her mother's distraught state all those years ago.  She had cared about him, trusted him, and it had all gone to shit so quickly.<br/><br/>Her eyes stared at the wall as he took his shirt off.  He was an attractive man, even she could see that through her anger.  Maybe even more so than she really remembered, though she did not want to admit that, because it might mean she saw in him what her mother had.  She wanted to yell at him when he made the comment about the month, but the words didn't come.  So for the moment, she just shook her head and sighed. Her heart hurt, her eyes were tired and her soul was so damned weary.<br/><br/>"I'm just across the street too, you know.  This isn't all on me."  She said, the words coming out with a soft growl.  If he wanted to talk, he could have come over.  He could have confessed his crimes, he could have apologized for them.<br/><br/>"I did it, didn't I?  I bridged the gap for the first time in years."  Roxie was almost mad at herself for saying it.  Maybe she should have moved on by now and let the past go, but this week had been Hell and this was not making it better.