Friday December 1st, 2000
Tiffany reached for the handle of the water and quickly turned it off. She stepped out of the shower in the steamy bathroom of Skeeter's apartment on Bleecker Street. She wiped the steam from the bathroom mirror with a hand towel and looked at her reflection. She felt married again for the first time in a year. It would be different now she thought. She and Skeeter would make this work. She glanced at her jeans hanging on the doorknob of the bathroom. Maybe she should move her clothes in tonight, she thought.
"Skeeter do you have today's newspaper?" she said opening the bathroom door slightly as the steam escaped.
"Nope. Why?" he called back in his southern accent stretched out on the bed listening to the sound of the heat pipes in the old bedroom.
"I guess I should look around for a job?"
"If you don't think Clark will give you the job back, I guess so", he said.
"I mean do you think maybe we'll move back to Georgia, like we talked about?" she asked opening the medicine cabinet hoping to find some body lotion in with his shaving apparatus.
"I got a job here remember?" he said knowing full well he had to work a little or Jan wouldn't be able to convince his boss to keep him.
"Do you have any lotion?"
"Do you think you'll quit your job and we'll move back?" she asked.
"I'm makin' a lot of bread here Tiffany," he said still amazed at the huge salary and not wanting his estranged wife to ever know exactly how much he was making.
"Well, I need to know what you want me to do", she said struggling to pull her tight jeans on over her damp legs.
"Whatever you want, I guess," he said glancing at the clock beside the bed and realizing that he had spent more than an hour in bed with his estranged wife.
"I have to do something Skeeter. I mean I can't stay in that apartment…you know…. We went through all that," she said buttoning her blouse.
"I can't make life decisions now Baby, I have to get to work," he said wondering when she would leave the apartment.
"Okay, we'll talk more tonight then", she said walking into the bedroom.
"I might have to work tonight," he said getting out of the bed and stepping into his dirty jeans he had thrown on a chair.
"Work? How's that?"
"Work Tiffany. I make sales calls at night. Stores don't close 'til late you know," he said thinking about the last time he made a sales call late at night. He had called on the owner of a lingerie store in the village and she had locked the doors when he arrived. That woman looked good in all of his lingerie and even better without it, he thought. They had a lot of fun and she had placed a big order too. He wondered if he should stop by and see her again later tonight.
"Okay. If you have to work, I'll try to understand", she said picking up her purse from the chair in the bedroom and walking towards the living room.
"Good," he said not in the mood to hassle with her anyway.
"I'm so happy Skeeter that we've decided to start over. It's great that we're going to trust each other. I could cook dinner for us tonight," she said picking up her coat from the back of the futon sofa.
"Okay. I just don't know exactly what time I'll be home," he said following her to the front door.
"Give me the extra key. I'll let myself in after I finish job hunting," she said
"I don't know where it is Baby," he lied. "Call me later and I'll meet you here," he said opening the front door for her.
"Ya love me Skeeter?" she asked walking into the hallway as she turned to face him.
"I love ya Baby," he said kissing her on the cheek. He watched her walk down the stairs. He saw her blonde head turn to face him once more before leaving his sight.
"I'm happy for us," she said blowing him a kiss.
He closed the door and walked over to the telephone hitting the speed dial.
"Jan, let's have lunch today instead of dinner", he said.
CONTINUED MONDAY. MORE PHOTOS BELOW.