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Soap Opera "As The Mouse Moves" - Thursday April 17th 2003
"Mr. Morgan, your daughter Jan is on the other line for you," Stanley's secretary announced into the intercom of his office in the Empire State Building.
"Tell her I'll be right with her," Stanley said. He hit the button on his phone to finish his prior conversation before taking the call from his daughter. "Senator, I'd love to come to the gala in Washington. I'll see you there," Stanley said hitting the blinking button on the phone. "Hello Jan, how are you?" he asked his daughter.
"Busy, very busy," she said tapping her long manicured nails on her briefcase as she watched her limo driver maneuver in the traffic on Fifth Avenue.
"What are you busy doing? You don't work very much with Amir anymore," he said referring to her wealthy associate that had been preoccupied with his wife's abduction.
"If you must know Father, I'm busy planning my wedding. You might want to move some funds because the wedding is going to be very expensive," she said glancing at the windows of Saks Fifth Avenue.
"Wedding?" Stanley asked after ignoring her engagement for weeks.
"Yes, for God's sake. What is the matter with you? You know very well that Skeeter and I are engaged. Remember our engagement picture in the New York Times or have you developed a case of senility.
"Yes, how could I forget that picture," Stanley said remembering how embarrassed he felt that his colleagues knew his only daughter was marrying a lingerie salesman from Georgia.
"It was a great picture if you ask me," Jan said.
"Well, I'm sure you didn't call me to discuss how the picture looked."
"No. I called to tell you that it's time we get together and discuss the plans. I have the gown picked out and I'm working with the bridal consultant on other selections. We're getting down to the nuts and bolts now."
"Nuts. That's what this is Jan. You can't marry Skeeter Diamond. I thought by now you'd come to your senses."
"I'm being totally sensible. It's time you get a grip. You are the Father of the bride."
"Jan I can't accept this," Stanley said closing his new issue of Playbody Magazine and putting it back in his desk drawer when he saw his secretary coming in with the day's mail.
"Father, Skeeter and I are coming to your house for dinner tonight."
"No you aren't. I didn't invite you."
"I called your housekeeper and arranged it. Dinner will be served at six."
"I'm not sure I can come I might have an appointment."
"Well, do you?"
"No. I guess I don't really but... "
"Then we'll be there at six."
"I just don't know about this Jan."
"Father I want to tell you... I expect you to be polite to Skeeter."
"You're worried about me being polite?"
"Yes, Skeeter told me about the lunch you had with him."
"I've been trying to be polite."
"Polite! You offered to pay him not to marry me," Jan said feeling her face burn when she realized her limo driver had overheard the remark.
"I tried to save you from a life of misery with a man that isn't of your class and will cost you a fortune."
"Be home tonight Father, we'll be there."
"Well... "
"If you aren't then, Skeeter and I will spend the night and stay until you do come home."
"I'll be there Jan," Stanley said hanging up the phone.
CONTINUED TOMORROW. MORE SOAP PHOTOS BELOW.
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