AS THE MOUSE

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Soap Opera "As The Mouse Moves" - Friday April 20^th 2001
"Hello" Starlene answered the phone at her sister's apartment overlooking Washington Square Park.
"Starlene what kind of job do you think you might be getting?" Tiffany asked into her cell phone as she glanced across the dinner table at her wealthy lover Amir. She had just hung up her cell phone from a call with her younger sister Starlene.  She suddenly realized she would never be able to enjoy her evening with her lover in Times Square until she knew her voluptuous naïve sister's intentions. 
"I thought you said you were having dinner with Amir when I called just now?" Starlene asked surprised that her older sister had called her back so quickly.
"Yes.  I'm having dinner with Amir but I got worried.  I know you don't know the city that well and I might stay with Amir on the Upper East Side tonight," Tiffany said trying to hide her true concern.
"Oh.  Don't worry about me.  I don't even know yet if I'll get an interview.  It's just something Skeeter's trying to help me with," Starlene said in her thick southern accent.
"Skeeter?  What's he got to do with you getting a job?" She asked becoming suspicious of Skeeter who is involved in the lingerie business.
"We can talk about it later.  Enjoy your dinner with Amir," Starlene said realizing that her connections with her ex-brother-in-law would make her sister angry.
"What kind of job Starlene?  Is it modeling?"
"Well… yeah."
"How could Skeeter get you a modeling job?"
"There's this catalog that's going to be published and they need models.  He said he'd give them my picture," Starlene said.
"What kind of catalog Starlene?"
"Lingerie."
"No.  You didn't tell him you'd do that?"
"Sure I did."
"You can't do that Starlene."
"Why?  It's nice looking lingerie."
"Is it the company he works for?" Tiffany asked remembering the catalogs she's seen in his office lobby.  Although the pictures of the models had been tasteful their parents would certainly never approve of this.
"No.  It's some other company that he's been talking to at 42^nd Street," Starlene said.
"You didn't talk to them yet?" Tiffany asked nervously.
"No but I did give Skeeter some pictures to give them and they're really interested!" Starlene said hopefully.
"You didn't?"
"Yeah.  I was going to tell you and so was Skeeter but you've been so busy and had so much on your mind with Amir and his problems," Starlene said hoping this would smooth things over.
"Who did the pictures Starlene?"
"A photographer."
"Were you dressed?" Tiffany asked in a whisper as the waiter handed Amir his receipt for their dinner.
"You couldn't see much.  Don't worry about it.  The pictures were great!  I'll probably get a lot of jobs with those pictures," Starlene said thinking how great the pink feathers felt against her skin.
"Well, don't go to an interview until I see the pictures Starlene."
"Oh. Stop it.  I'm a grown woman. I'm 19 years old now.  I won't do anything stupid.  Just enjoy your dinner.  If you want to keep Amir then worry about him not me.  I can take care of myself."
"Just don't go to that interview and I'll talk to you in the morning," Tiffany said hanging up her cell phone and putting it in her purse.
Amir and Tiffany walked towards the front door of the restaurant as the staff bid their wealthy client a good evening.  They walked out onto the sidewalk and Amir's limo driver quickly opened the door to the long white car.

"Turn right here beside the Marriott.  The restaurant's on this block, hurry," Skeeter told the cab driver.
CONTINUED MONDAY. MORE PHOTOS BELOW.