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Soap Opera "As The Mouse Moves" - Monday June 14th 2004
"Skeeter where did you get my club directory?" Jan asked as she jumped up from the sofa and started to pace the floor of her Upper East Side mansion.
"I told you I found it over there," he said pointing to the desk in the hallway. "Just look at all of these rich sounding names," he said turning the pages of her Park Avenue Society Membership Directory.
"Give me that book," she snapped stopping in front of him and trying to grab it from his hands.
He quickly jerked the book away and frowned. "No, I'll give you this book when you give me the signed divorce papers. Until then I plan on calling a few of these ladies and taking them out," he said turning the pages and glancing down at the names. What a list of rich women," he said glancing up to see her pacing the floor in front of her fireplace. "I bet this Mary Margaret Whitney, is a rich one. Does she own that big museum over there on Fifth Avenue?" he asked as he glanced up to see Jan flinching at his words.
"You'll make a fool of yourself Skeeter. None of the women in that book would ever go out with you," she said putting her hands on her hips as she stared at him.
"You did Baby," he said grinning.
"That seems to be the worst thing I've ever done," she said rubbing her forehead with her hand.
"Just give me the divorce Jan and you get your book back and I won't call your high falutin' friends," he said sticking the book into his pocket.
"I'll think about it."
"I've heard that a long time now Jan. I'm ready to get on with my life. I want the divorce and I want it now," he said taking a sip of his Bourbon and water and putting the glass back on the coffee table.
"Why are you so anxious to get a divorce? Is it Tiffany? Is that it Skeeter?" she asked referring to his ex-wife that lives in the apartment next door to his.
"No. It's not Tiffany. I want my freedom."
"I don't believe that. You better not marry her again."
"I'll never marry again. I can assure you of that," he said getting up to leave.
"Give me the book Skeeter," she said walking towards him.
"No. Give me the divorce first."
"I have to have the papers drawn up," she said.
"Okay Jan. I'll give you another day or two and then I start calling the ladies. You hear me?" he said as stopped to stare at her.
"Okay. I'll call the attorney tomorrow," she said.
"That's better. And no funny stuff either Jan."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean I want my share. It better be beneficial to me or I won't sign."
"What on earth do you think you're entitled to Skeeter?"
"You promised me this house," he said looking around at the mansion wishfully.
"That was if you lived with me. You aren't planing to live with me so why should I give you my house?"
"Then just be sure you give me enough to make it worth my time," he said smugly as he turned to walk towards the front door to leave.
"Is that all this was to you Skeeter? A business deal?" she asked as she felt tears coming to her eyes.
"You're a business woman Jan. I never wanted to get married. You're the one that insisted. You knew what you were getting into."
"You're so cold."
"No Jan. I wasn't cold until I met you. You taught me this. You give me that divorce and you better be fair. If you're not I'll get my lawyers to work on it. Do you hear me?" he said as he opened the front door to leave.
"Skeeter I'll be generous with you and I'll have the papers drawn up. Will you please just leave the directory with me?" She pleaded as she reached out to touch his muscular arm.
CONTINUED TOMORROW. MORE SOAP PHOTOS BELOW.