Rosalynn, puzzled, asked, “Yes, aren't you here?"

“I... I'm upstairs."

Rosalynn stood, dumbfounded.

Maggie was upstairs?

In Sanford's residence?

“Maggie, why are you at Sanford's place?"

“He's asked me to Live with him from now on,” Maggie whispered.

“Live with him? Maggie, are you... with him?" Rosalynn asked, astonished.

After a pause, Maggie admitted, "Rosalynn, I don't think I'm worthy of dating him."

So, she was Sanford's lover?

Rosalynn furrowed her brow.

“Maggie, I know you're hurt in love, but please don't lose yourself.”

Lloyd and Yana had dealt her a devastating blow.

Yet, becoming a playboy's lover was no solution

He might eventually hurt her too.

“Rosalynn, I know what I'm doing," Maggie insisted.

“I don't plan on finding another boyfriend. Sanford's the first man I've been intimate with. I think I can be his companion."

Rosalynn massaged her temples.

“But do you realize how fickle Sanford is? He might tire of you in mere months and cast you aside."

“It doesn't matter. We're just having fun. He's so handsome. I'm not losing anything, am 1?"

Rosalynn found herself at a loss for words.

Maggie's rationale seemed sound.