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Soap Opera "As The Mouse Moves" - Monday February 24th 2003
Skeeter watched as his estranged wife Tiffany opened the door to leave the bar on Bleecker Street. He saw Tiffany pause and turn to glance behind her as Jan made her way towards the back of the bar where Skeeter was seated. He squinted in the dim light trying to get a look at the expression on Jan's face. His heart raced as she quickly approached his table.
"Well, well. You're easy to find Skeeter Diamond. I knew you probably liked to stop off by this bar before going upstairs to your apartment," Jan said as she took off her full-length mink coat.
"Yeah, it's convenient to my apartment all right," he said watching her closely.
"I spoke to Tiffany on her way out" Jan said tossing her mink coat on top of a nearby chair covering the crude initials carved into the wood.
"Yeah, I noticed that the two of you had some words," he said in his slow southern accent waiting for the axe to fall.
"I'm glad you got things straightened out Skeeter," Jan said glancing around the room looking for the waitress as she took a seat beside him.
"Yeah, we talked some," Skeeter said surprised at her calm demeanor.
"Of course you should have told me you were going to meet with Tiffany to finalize the divorce. It looks like it all worked out."
"Well, what did she say?"
"She said that I could rest assured it was over between the two of you and that she was going home to sign the divorce papers tonight."
"Is that what she said?" Skeeter asked trying to hide his shock.
"Yeah, we should celebrate! Where's that dumb waitress" Jan said glancing around.
"Why don't we go somewhere nice," Skeeter said. He glanced towards the front of the bar and saw his occasional girlfriend and waitress Denise talking with the bartender in what looked like an angry manner.
"No. If this is your favorite spot then I'll make it mine too," Jan said. She glanced around trying to conceal her distaste at the neon beer advertisements on the wall.
"I don't really like this place Baby, it's just near the apartment. Look I've got some wine upstairs, let's go up there."
"Don't you want to have at least one drink?"
"No Baby not really. I'm sick of this place and besides I haven't been alone with you in a while now," he said in his sexiest voice.
"Oh. Okay," she said pleased with his response. "By all means we should go upstairs then," she said turning to reach for her coat.
Skeeter put sixty dollars on the table and reached for his leather jacket. Hopefully the large tip would keep Denise quiet until he could get out of the door with Jan.
"Sixty dollars? Did you have that many drinks with Tiffany?"
"No. Glad you noticed the mistake. That's too much," he lied picking up the money and leaving a twenty-dollar bill.
"You know Skeeter I'm really pleased that you and Tiffany talked and got to the bottom of everything. She said I could stop by Clark's office tomorrow and pick up the divorce papers."
"Yes. I thought I would have to use other means to get her to sign the papers. It seems she's very agreeable to our marriage now. I guess she knew it was inevitable," Jan said as she pulled the luscious fur around her and started to walk towards the front of the bar.
"Inevitable," Skeeter muttered as he watched Denise turn to give Jan and him a cold stare as they walked past her towards the front door.
"Here Baby, see you soon," Skeeter whispered as he slipped Denise a hundred dollar bill.
Denise glanced down at the money in her hand then at Jan's back in the full length mink coat.
Skeeter put his fingers on his lips to indicate that Denise should be silent then smiled and winked at her.
"I'll deal with you later Skeeter Diamond," Denise said stuffing the money into her apron. She smiled as she noticed Jan turning to look back at them.
CONTINUED TOMORROW. MORE SOAP PHOTOS BELOW.