Soap Opera "As The Mouse Moves" - Monday January 24th 2005
Tiffany glanced at her ex-husband Skeeter as he sat on the side of her missing roommate Deanna's bed. "Put Deanna's box of money back in her closet Skeeter," she said as they listened to someone knock on the front door of her Bleecker Street apartment.
"You go get the door Baby," he said ignoring her request as he continued to thumb through the thousands of dollars in the box.
"I'm not leaving you in here with all this money Skeeter," she said putting her hands on her hips.
"Don't you trust me?"
"No, not really. Put the money back up in the top of the closet and we'll go into the living room together."
"Get the door Tiffany, right now," he said looking up at her through narrowed eyes.
"No," she said as they heard repeated knocks on the door.
"Then to hell with whoever is at the door," he said starting to count the money again.
"Skeeter I want you to put that money back where you found it."
"Just cool it Tiffany. Do you hear anybody knocking on the door now?"
"No, I guess they left," she admitted.
"Then go get me a beer, would you?"
"No. I'm not going to leave you in this bedroom alone with the money."
He put the box of money on the bed and stared at her. "How can you feel this way about me? I won't take any of Deanna's money. Just go get me a beer," he said eyeing her as if she were crazy.
"Promise Skeeter?" she asked feeling guilty for her lack of faith in him.
"Of course," he said as he watched her drop her hands from her hips and walk out of the door. He listened as she walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator door. He heard her footsteps on the hardwood floors as she walked back towards Deanna's bedroom. She smiled when she saw the box of money was back in the top of the closet and Skeeter was closing the door.
"Here," she said handing him the can of beer.
"So what are you going to do about all that money?" he said as they walked into the living room and took a seat on the sofa.
"I'm going to call the police."
"Why?" he asked looking at her as if she had lost her mind.
"Because Deanna hasn't been home in weeks now and that's a lot of money. I think she got it from some kind of shady deals," Tiffany said.
"Like what?" he asked as he took a sip of the beer.
"I don't know. But I know topless dancers can't make that kind of cash. She's either a lady-of-the-evening or a thief."
"Well, I think calling the cops is probably a mistake," he said glancing at his watch. "Man look at the time. I've got to go back over to my place. But look Tiffany, doesn't Deanna pay the rent for you?"
"What are you going to do when she gets all mad at you for calling the cops on her?"
"I'll try to explain it to her Skeeter."
"Good luck on that one. If I were her I'd never speak to you again for calling the cops," he said getting up and walking towards the front door."
"Yeah, but don't you think you would have told me where the money came from instead of just leaving it here to scare me to death?"
"Yeah, that's true," he said opening the front door to leave. "When are you going to call?" he asked as he walked out into the hallway.
"Now," she said. "Wish me luck."
CONTINUED TOMORROW. MORE SOAP PHOTOS BELOW.