Thursday October 26th, 2000
Tiffany folded her newspaper and put it on the seat beside her to make room on the table for the cheeseburger that the waitress had just brought Skeeter.
"Will there be anything else?" the waitress asked pouring more coffee into Tiffany's cup.
"Not right now," Skeeter said watching the waitresses hips as she turned and walked towards the table on the other side of the room. She must be new, he thought. He dined here frequently and had been out drinking with a few of the waitresses that worked here.
"You want something to eat Baby?" Skeeter asked in his slow southern accent realizing he never asked Tiffany if she wanted to order something when he joined her unexpectedly.
"No. No, thanks. I just want us to get back to our conversation Skeeter."
"Oh. Yeah. Yeah, what were you asking me?" he stalled hoping he could hide his guilt.
"Are you seeing Jan Morgan?", she repeated.
"No, Tiffany. I told you that a hundred times now. What the hell have I got to do to prove this to you? You want to call her and ask her?"
"No. I just need the truth Skeeter."
"Well you got it. You've heard the truth over and over. Seems you can't accept the truth Tiffany," he said taking a big bite out of his cheeseburger and ignoring her pained eyes.
"Okay. I'll try hard to believe you," she said unconvinced but out of choices for the moment.
"You should," he said chewing as he nodded his head.
"I just feel like my whole world is falling apart," she said as the tears started to roll down her cheeks.
"What is it Tiffany? You're upset cause the newspapers reported that your boyfriend is married and you didn't know it?" he said trying to hide his delight in the news.
"No. I've lost my job Skeeter. Nothing is going right for me here," she said.
"You're the one that ran away from Georgia to live here Tiffany," he said wiping his mouth hard with the napkin and tossing it onto the table beside his plate.
"I know. I'm beginning to wonder if it wasn't all a mistake," she said wiping the tears from her cheeks.
"You mean moving here?"
"That and everything".
"You mean our marriage too?" he said taking a long sip on his beer as he studied her face.
"Well, yeah. Remember all the good times we had?"
"Life was easier in Georgia, Skeeter."
"Remember the nights when we lived in the trailer and we'd dance our way to the bedroom?" she said as fresh tears rolled down her face.
"That was good times Baby," he said honestly.
"I wish it had stayed that way Skeeter."
"Maybe we could work on it," he said remembering the softness of her touch.
"You ever think that we could?" she asked.
"It's all up to you Baby. It's always been up to you," he said noticing out of the corner of his eyes that the well-endowed waitress was coming back towards their table.
CONTINUED TOMORROW. MORE PHOTOS BELOW.