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Soap Opera "As The Mouse Moves" - Friday April 18th 2003
"Mr. Morgan, I tried to call your office to tell you... " the housekeeper said drying her hands on her apron as Stanley walked into the kitchen of his Upper East Side Mansion.
"Tell me the surprise that Jan's coming for dinner?"
"Yes, sir. She's bringing a Mr. Diamond with her."
"Yes, she's engaged to this jerk," Stanley said take a shrimp from the plate to taste.
"You don't like him?"
"Can't stand him."
"I'm sorry to hear that sir. I thought you would be happy for your daughter to get married. I mean she's getting... " She stopped herself.
"Old. Yes, she's getting old and she's losing her senses over this lingerie salesman.
"Is that what he does for a living?"
"Yes," Stanley said as the doorbell rang in the living room.
"I'll get it Mr. Morgan," the housekeeper said walking briskly towards the front door shaking her head in disbelief. Stanley poured himself a good stiff drink and downed it as he heard the front door open and the sounds of Jan and Skeeter's voice in the living room.
"Father, we're here," Jan called out.
"I'll be right there," Stanley said pouring a refill and drinking it quickly before walking towards the living room.
Stanley saw the housekeeper holding a dozen long stems roses as he walked towards the entrance to the living room.
"Look Mr. Morgan, look what Mr. Diamond brought me," the housekeeper said turning to show Stanley the roses.
"For you?" Stanley asked glancing past her to see Skeeter dressed in a suit and tie watching the housekeeper with pride.
"Yes, for me," the housekeeper said walking towards the kitchen. "Dinner will be served soon. I'll be right back as soon as I put the roses in water," she said leaving the room.
"That was thoughtful," Stanley said extending his hand to Skeeter.
"Where I'm from we believe in keeping the little ladies happy," he said in his slow southern accent winking at Stanley.
"Exactly where is it that you're from Skeeter?" Stanley asked taking a seat on the sofa and watching as Jan walked towards the kitchen.
"Lillard Georgia," he said taking a seat on the sofa and glancing around the room at the silver, crystal, marble, and antiques that he'd only seen in store windows of showrooms in the antique district.
"Oh yes, I remember now," Stanley said remembering what Skeeter's ex-sister in law and his lover Starlene had told him about the rural area.
"Yeah, I'm sure you do since you're dating Starlene. How's she doing?"
"Fine. She's fine. Look Skeeter," Stanley said glancing towards the kitchen to be sure Jan wasn't nearby. "Did you think anymore about the offer I made you?" he said referring to his offer to pay Skeeter not to marry Jan.
"I don't think now's the time to talk about this. I mean I'm here with Jan to plan the wedding," Skeeter said glancing around at all of the family wealth.
"If we don't talk about it now, it will be too late."
"Jan's already made a lot of wedding plans. Remember we didn't agree," Skeeter said referring to the offer below one hundred thousand dollars Stanley had made.
"Look I understand why you would want to be married to my daughter. I don't want to face the humiliation of this wedding for God's sake," Stanley said lighting his cigar and taking a long puff as he watched Skeeter's face.
"It's too late," Skeeter said realizing one hundred thousand wasn't too much for the wealthy older man.
"I'll make you another offer but only if you talk her out of the wedding."
"I can't. She wants to get married. I told you that."
"Yes. Yes, I know that. She's told me she's determined to marry you. I know you can't talk her out of it. I tried my best to talk her out of it myself. I know what you're after and what your interest is in my daughter. At least elope and save me this public humiliation."
"She wants a big wedding," Skeeter said feeling his face reddening with anger.
"I'll pay you what you want just get this done quietly out of sight. But you can never tell her."
CONTINUED MONDAY. MORE SOAP PHOTOS BELOW.