Friday October 27th, 2000
"I'll take the check," Skeeter told the waitress. He glanced towards Tiffany and noticed she was busy putting the newspaper into her purse. He glanced back at the waitress as she finished writing the total on the check and handed it to him.
"Was everything okay?" the waitress asked.
"Great. Keep the change", he said handing her thirty dollars for his beer, cheeseburger and Tiffany's coffee.
"Thanks," she said smiling broadly.
"You bet," he said winking at her as he turned his head so Tiffany wouldn't see.
"Where are you going now?" Tiffany asked looking up as the waitress walked away just missing their encounter.
"I've got a couple of sales calls to make today," he lied. Jan had asked him to stop by this afternoon; her housekeeper Ilona was making them dinner.
"I feel better Skeeter. I just had to know if you were seeing Jan. That has bothered me as much as losing my job," she said picking up her jacket from the seat.
"Well, now you know. Where you staying?" he asked watching her stand and pull on her jacket.
"I think it would be better if we didn't get into that right now", she said knowing that he would come by Amir's apartment if he knew she was living there.
"Okay. You can ask all the questions you want, but I can't even ask where my wife's living," he said pulling on his black leather jacket.
"I'm looking for a place to live Skeeter. Okay? I'm looking for a job and a place to live," she said as the overwhelming sense of hopelessness started to return.
"I hope everything works out the way you want it Baby," he said.
"Thanks," she said starting to walk towards the door.
He watched her hips in the tight jeans and her long blonde hair flowing down the back of her short jacket. He knew his estranged wife was vulnerable now.
They walked out into the cold air and stood facing each other on the sidewalk of Bleecker Street.
"So you going to look for a job now?" he asked.
"I don't know. I don't know what I should do first, look for a job or an apartment", she said honestly.
"I know you aren't going to tell me where you're livin', but if you're living in an apartment that your rich boyfriend put you up in then you better look for an apartment first. You never know; his wife might come to town," he said watching her face closely.
"I don't know," she said realizing that she had never thought of that possibility during her period of shock and grief over learning of Amir's wife in the newspaper.
"That's just my friendly advice Baby. I don't want to see anything happen to you. You know those rich people aren't going to let anything get in their way," he said seeing the pain on her face.
"It's just hard Skeeter, not having a job and trying to get an apartment," she said.
"You can come stay with me if you get in a real bind," he said knowing this would cramp his plans somewhat with Jan and Cynthia. Getting Tiffany back was his first priority, after all she was the first woman that ever walked out on him. He would get his chance to teach her a lesson he thought hopefully.
"Thanks," she said kissing him quickly on the cheek. Having a safe place during a storm was what she needed to hear today.
"See ya Baby", Skeeter said watching her turn and walk back towards Washington Square Park. He stood at the door of the restaurant as he watched her and wondered if he had time to go back in and get the new waitresses name before going over to Jan's.
Tiffany walked quickly towards Clarks' townhouse. She looked down at her watch. She had to hurry and get there to pick up her vacation paycheck he owed her. He said he was going away for the weekend. She had to have the check before he left or she wouldn't have money for food over the weekend. She glanced towards MacDougal Alley in the distance and saw Stanley Morgan getting out of his limo at the curb and walking towards the gate to Clark's house. She slowed down her pace trying to decide if having something to eat over the weekend was important enough to risk an encounter with Jan's lecherous Father today.
CONTINUED MONDAY. MORE PHOTOS BELOW.