Soap Opera "As The Mouse Moves" - Thursday May 10th 2001
"I'm just telling you what she told me Starlene. Jan said if you don't quit seeing her Father she'll have your sister Tiffany fired," Skeeter said in his southern accent. He glanced out of the window of his Bleecker Street apartment as he talked on his cell phone to his estranged sister-in-law.
"What do you think I should do? I don't want my sister to get fired, but I'm not about to give up Stanley Morgan…all that money, no way," the nineteen year old said walking towards the mirror in her sister's apartment overlooking Washington Square.
"I don't know what to tell you. I don't blame you for wanting the old man's money. Has Tiffany seen the TV show yet?" Skeeter asked referring to the "Go Gossip" clip that Jan had seen showing Starlene getting into the back of a limo in Times Square with her wealthy Father.
"No. Not yet, I don't guess. I don't know…I haven't talked to her."
"Where is she? Over there at that rich Amir dude's house?" Skeeter asked.
"She deserves to get fired. Don't worry about it," he said starting to get angry that his estranged wife was at the wealthy foreigner's house.
"Do you think I should tell her about it?"
"She'll probably hear."
"Wow, this is just wonderful," she said gazing at herself in the mirror and envisioning herself starring in a movie.
"How can you say that if your sister might get fired?"
"Because this is great publicity for me. If she gets fired it won't be because of me. This feud between Jan and her started a long time ago before I moved to New York."
"Yeah. You're right."
"By the way Skeeter did the photographer send the pictures he took of me?" she asked referring to the pictures he had arranged to have taken of her for a lingerie company on 42nd Street.
"No. Haven't heard anything about them," he said glancing down at the desk where a couple of the pictures were placed. He picked up one of the revealing photos and studied closely the placement of the pink feathers on her creamy young skin.
"Could you give me his number so I can call him?"
"I don't have it Starlene," he lied.
"Well, how am I going to get those pictures?"
"If they don't call you that usually means that you didn't get the modeling job and they destroy the pictures," he lied.
"Oh. I really hoped I would get a job modeling for that company. I did everything he asked me to do when he took the pictures. He said I really looked good," she said glancing back at her voluptuous figure in the mirror.
"I don't think you need to worry about it Starlene. I think you've caught yourself a big fish now. With Stanley Morgan's money what do you want to model lingerie for?"
"Publicity. So I can become a star," she said.
"Starlene I got to run. Somebody's buzzing the door," Skeeter said hearing the buzzer to his apartment sound as he walked towards the intercom.
"Okay. Well, let me know what you hear and if you find anyone that has a tape of me on TV with Stanley, then please get me a copy."
"You got it," he said hanging up the phone and hitting the button on the intercom. "Who is it?" he asked.
"It's me Skeeter," Jan said into the intercom.
Skeeter hit the button to release the door and walked over to his desk picking up the photos of Starlene and putting them in the top desk drawer. He knew Jan was probably angry and had likely come to his apartment to complain to him about his estranged wife's younger sister. He walked to the door when he heard her knock and quickly opened the door.
"Hay Baby, I didn't know you were going to drop by like this," he said smiling at her.
"Get me a drink Skeeter," she said walking into the living room and taking a seat on his soiled futon sofa dropping her purse on the floor.
"What's the matter now?"
"Look!" she said reaching into her purse and taking out a folded newspaper and unfolding it to the front page.
CONTINUED TOMORROW. MORE PHOTOS BELOW.