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Soap Opera "As The Mouse Moves" - Tuesday January 28th 2003
"Skeeter just go home, this was all a mistake," Tiffany said glancing at her estranged husband as they stood in the lobby of her apartment building across from Washington Square Park.
"Did Jan's Father Stanley, see me?" Skeeter asked hesitating to turn around for fear that his Father-in-law-to-be was watching them.
"I don't know Skeeter. He's talking to his limo driver at the curb. He knows you were coming over here though. He was upstairs in my apartment with Starlene when I came back from your place," she said referring to her younger sister.
"What did you tell him?"
"That you and I were talking over the divorce."
"What did he say?"
"He doesn't believe it. He heard your message when you called and we didn't pick up the phone."
"Oh no, I said something about us finishing what we started didn't I?"
"Yeap," she answered glancing back and noticing that Stanley was talking to someone just out of sight of the glass doors to the building. Judging from Stanley's expression she guessed that the conversation was intense.
"Damn," he mumbled wondering what his next move should be. He glanced at Tiffany's tight sweater and her voluptuous bosom. "Let's go over to the Washington Square Hotel," he suggested.
"No. We were only going to talk over our divorce. It was never supposed to get this crazy Skeeter."
"Baby, when we were alone in the kitchen where you worked, I could feel it in your kiss. We have to have some time together."
"Look Skeeter. I guess I shouldn't have let you kiss me that way," she said glancing towards the doorman and noticing that he was listening to their every word. "We can't continue our conversation here Skeeter," she said allowing her voice to rise enough that the doorman started towards the front of the lobby. "I'm going back upstairs and I suggest you just leave," Tiffany said.
"What about us?" he said glancing back at her tight sweater with regret.
"I guess it's not meant to be. You're supposed to marry Jan," she said turning to walk away.
"Damn," he said watching her walk towards the elevator. His first instinct was to follow her but when he glanced towards the doorman he saw that he was watching. He glanced out at the curb and noticed that the long white limo was gone. Relieved that he wouldn't have to face Stanley he walked towards the door to leave.
"Have a good evening Sir," the doorman said pushing the door open for Skeeter.
Skeeter walked out into the evening air and started towards Bleecker Street to go home.
"Skeeter!"
Hearing his name he turned to see Jan walking towards him.
"Hi Baby, how you doin?" he asked wondering how much she'd seen in the last few minutes.
"I stopped by your apartment and you weren't home."
"Yeah, I needed some air."
"So I thought you might have come over here," she said glancing back towards Tiffany's building. "I saw Father's car here a few minutes ago and I stopped and talked to him," she said raising her eyebrows suspiciously.
"Where?" Skeeter asked trying to appear innocent.
"You know damn well where Skeeter Diamond," she said grabbing the sleeve of his black leather jacket.
CONTINUED TOMORROW. MORE SOAP PHOTOS BELOW.
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