Soap Opera "As The Mouse Moves" - Thursday February 17th 2005
Tiffany put her Lean Cuisine into the oven and closed the door. She started towards the living room when she heard a knock on the front door.
"Who is it?" she called out as she walked to the door.
"It's me," Vinny said.
"Hi Vinny," she said as she opened the door to see her Mafia next door neighbor.
"I need to talk to you," he said walking into her living room as she closed the door behind him.
"What's up Vinny?" she asked following him into her living room.
"Deanna said she talked to you today," he said referring to Tiffany's dancer roommate and his lover.
"Yes she did."
"She said she asked you if I could move over here into her bedroom with her," he said nodding towards the tiny bedroom next to Tiffany's.
"That's right, she did," Tiffany said bracing for a fight.
"And you had the nerve to tell her no," he said as his muscular jaw clenched.
"Yes, I told her no," Tiffany said as she felt the palms of her hands starting to sweat.
"The room's too small."
"I've slept in there before and I never complained."
"There's not enough room for your stuff."
"I ain't got much stuff Tiffany. Men don't have makeup and stuff like that," he said in his thick Brooklyn accent.
"It's too crowded."
"I don't think so," he said glaring at her.
"I do and it's my apartment."
"But Deanna is paying all the rent here," he said knowingly.
"Vinny I don't want that. I don't like having roommates, let alone two."
"Things ain't exactly the way you always want them now are they Tiffany?"
"No," she confessed.
"It's all your fault that Deanna still has to dance in that club every night with all those men lurking at her," he said eyeing her.
"Well, I guess. I can't help that though."
"If you hadn't called the police about that box of money Deanna left in her bedroom we'd be millionaires now," he said.
"Guess nothing. It's for sure. She was set to inherit millions if nobody ever found out about her wealthy family. But you had to call the police after I told you repeatedly not to do something stupid like that," he said as his voice became a little louder with each word.
"I'm sorry. I was worried."
"You was worried. What a feeble excuse."
"I was worried. I was afraid something had happened to her."
"So worried that you dipped into the money before she got home?" he asked raising his eyebrows.
"I did not," Tiffany said defiantly.
"It looks that way Tiffany. It looks like all you do is take her money and you don't give an inch."
"Well, I don't want anymore roommates and that's that."
"Okay, then Deanna can move in with me over at Skeeter's," he said referring to her ex-husband and lover. He started towards the front door knowing his remarks would cause her jealousy to get the best of her.
"Skeeter's?" she asked as she watched him rush towards the door.
CONTINUED TOMORROW. MORE SOAP PHOTOS BELOW.