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Soap Opera "As The Mouse Moves" - Friday November 8th 2002
"Come on in Baby," Skeeter said opening the door as Jan walked into the living room of his apartment on Bleecker Street.
"How are you Skeeter?" Jan asked walking into the living room and taking off her full length mink coat tossing it on the back of his futon sofa.
"Good. Surprised that you'd call and want to come by unexpectedly like this," he said wondering if she would leave before Trisha called. He'd met Trisha last night at the bar downstairs and she said she would call and stop by on her way home after work.
"Aren't you glad? I mean you say that as if you had other plans or something," Jan said taking a seat on the soiled futon.
"No. No. Nothing like that Baby. I'm just pleasantly surprised. Want a beer or something?" he asked in his slow southern accent.
"Skeeter how many times have I told you ladies don't drink beer?"
"Well, I'm out of wine."
"Have you been having parties over here?" she asked remembering that he had several bottles last time she was at his apartment a few weeks ago.
"No. I just didn't buy anymore wine since you were here last time," he lied remembering how Paula had finished the last bottle the other night.
"No. I don't want anything to drink. I thought that you could get dressed and we'd go out to dinner tonight," she said crossing her legs and allowing her skirt to rise up over her knees.
"Out to dinner. We never go out to dinner," he said surprised by her offer.
"Yes, like civilized adults."
"Aren't you afraid someone will see us together?" he said referring to her wealthy father.
"You mean like your wife Tiffany?"
"Did you get the divorce Skeeter?"
"Workin' on it Baby," he said taking a seat on the futon sofa beside her and picking up his beer can from the coffee table to take a long sip.
"I've been hearing that for years now Skeeter."
"Well, I don't see what difference it makes anyway," he said referring to the fact that her wealthy father would disown her if he knew she had been seeing someone of his class.
"It matters now. It really matters."
"How's that Baby?" he said putting his arm around her.
"I want to get married."
"Well, ain't your Daddy going to fix you up with some rich guy?"
"No. I want to marry you Skeeter," she said in a matter of fact manner.
"Me? Come on Baby, you're just kidding me. We've never really been out in public."
"I know. I'm tired of it too. I want us to get engaged right away."
"You mean like me give you a diamond ring and everything?"
"Well, I don't know why you'd come over here wanting to do all of that. Aren't you afraid your Daddy will disinherit you?"
"No. I told you several weeks ago Skeeter. I've taken care of that. I'll get the money once we're married."
"I believe you might be serious about this," he said looking at her in disbelief.
"I am. I want us to go shopping for a ring."
"I don't have that kind of money Baby."
"You'll buy your own ring?"
"A man like you would never tell anyone would you?"
"No but if you wait I could get you one once I get some money together," he said as his mind raced.
"I don't want to wait that long and besides, I want a big diamond. I want it to blow everyone away."
"What would your Daddy say about all this?"
"It doesn't matter he's marrying your ex-sister in law Starlene," she said feeling her anger returning.
"Oh, so is that what this is all about, getting even with Daddy?"
"Wouldn't you enjoy being my husband Skeeter," she said smiling as she brushed her hair away from her face exposing the large diamond earrings she was wearing.
"Sure Baby, sure. I'd love it," he said looking from her earrings to his wristwatch hoping Trisha would call before she stopped by.
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