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Soap Opera "As The Mouse Moves" - Friday January 30th 2004
"Skeeter is that you?" Jan called out when she heard the front door of her Upper East Side townhouse open.
"Yes, who did you think is?" Skeeter said closing the door and taking off his coat.
"Hi darling," Jan said walking into the living room dressed in a transparent beige negligee.
"What the hell are you doing Jan?" he asked frowning.
"Don't you like it?" she asked turning around to show him the back of the sheer gown.
"It's kind of beige. I have stuff in my store that I like better," he said walking to the sofa and taking a seat.
"Okay, well maybe I'll stop by and look through your merchandise," Jan said ignoring the comment and walking towards the sofa.
"How was your day darling?" she asked watching him pour himself a glass of Bourbon from the decanter on the coffee table.
"What's with you Jan?"
"I want us to be happy. I'm sorry about the fight we had this morning," she said remembering the heated words that had been exchanged.
"You should be," he said taking a long sip of his drink.
"I said I was," she repeated in a somewhat bitter voice. After he left today she had remembered the many years it had taken her to find a husband.
"What's for dinner," he said putting his feet up on her antique coffee table.
"I gave Ilona the evening off," she said referring to her housekeeper.
"That doesn't mean I don't want to eat."
"We'll go out after...," she said raising her eyebrows to infer romance as she took a seat on the sofa beside him and slid close.
"I'm not in the mood for this," he said taking his feet down from the coffee table and picking up the decanter to pour another drink.
"Okay Skeeter then why don't we talk," she said touching his pants leg with her hand.
"There ain't much of anything to talk about. We kinda went through the whole thing this morning didn't we?" he said taking a long sip of the Bourbon.
"I know you're upset because I don't want you to do that modeling. I'll make it up to you Skeeter, you'll see."
"Jan you aren't going to be making anything up to me. I'm doing the modeling."
"What are you talking about?" she said removing her hand from his leg.
"Just what I said. Can't you hear?"
"I told you this morning that I don't want you to accept a job modeling underwear Skeeter."
"And I told you that we would get a divorce too, didn't I?"
"Oh we were just angry honey. Our love is stronger than this," she said patting his leg.
"No it ain't either," he said downing the drink.
"Come on Skeeter. I'm trying hard. I said I was sorry."
"I said I'm taking the job," he said pouring another drink.
"Did that marketing guy get back in touch with you?"
"Yes he did Jan."
"Did he offer you the job?"
"Of course," he said not ever wanting anyone to know how much trouble it had been for him to get the offer instead of the Park Avenue doorman that had been involved in a scandal with Lola Rogers.
"Oh no. I just don't know if I can handle having my husband's picture in the middle of Times Square in underpants," Jan said as her hands started to tremble.
"You won't have to handle it Jan."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm not going to be your husband," Skeeter said remembering how he's assured the marketing man that he was separated from Jan and is Lola's only lover now.
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