Soap Opera "As The Mouse Moves" - Tuesday November 30th 2004
Starlene heard the phone ring in the Upper East Side mansion.
"I'll get it," Stanley called out from his office.
"Okay honey," she said as she dried her hands on the kitchen towel and tiptoed towards his office to eavesdrop.
"Hello," Stanley said as he leaned back in his plush leather chair.
"Hi Stanley," Lola said in her low bar-room cigarette-voice.
"Lola. I'm surprised to hear from you," he said quietly glancing towards his office door to be sure his new bride Starlene wasn't near.
"I hope it's okay that I called you at home?"
"Well, it's probably not the best idea."
"How's married life Stan?"
"Great," he said thinking about the other morning when he and Starlene had made up after their fight.
"I saw Jan the other day," she said referring to his daughter.
"She told me."
"Are you coming to the cocktail hour tonight?"
"I don't think I can make it to the party tonight," he said.
Starlene breathed a sign of relief. She had overheard Jan trying to convince her father to meet his ex-flame Lola at the Park Avenue Society Club. She quickly tiptoed to the phone in the living room. She picked it up slowly so they wouldn't hear her as she listened in on their conversation.
"Oh, darling I was so looking forward to seeing you there," Lola said.
"I can't Lola."
"Is it because of your little bride Darlene?"
"Starlene," he said.
"Whatever. Does she have you chained to the house now?"
"No. I can do whatever I want."
"Good. I'm glad to hear that," Lola said. "I'm sure the simple life will soon get the best of you."
"She's a cute little girl, but I'm sure she isn't very mentally stimulating."
"I didn't marry her because she was a scholar," he said.
"Oh you are a bad boy! I know why you married her. I know you Stanley. You'll be tired of her in two months," she said laughing.
"We'll see," he said enjoying the attention.
"I'll still be around Stan. You know I find this very stimulating that you have a child bride. You'll need a woman once in a while," she said sighing heavily.
"You think so Lola?"
"I know so Stanley. I know what you like. Does she do that for you?"
"Oh. Poor baby. You miss me don't you?"
"There's only one Lola."
"Remember that Stanley. Oh darling I wish you were coming tonight to the cocktail party."
"You know I hate those parties Lola."
"Look darling. You have my number. You know where I'll be. When you get tired of playing house with little Darlene from Georgia, come on over," she said hanging up the phone.
CONTINUED TOMORROW. MORE SOAP PHOTOS BELOW.