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Soap Opera "As The Mouse Moves" - Friday August 8th 2003
Skeeter put his fork down on his plate and pushed his chair back from the dining room table in the Upper East Side mansion.
"Want me to try on that new nightgown I bought today?" Jan asked as she watched her handsome husband lean back in the chair.
"No, I'm not in the mood to see that tonight," he said thoughtfully.
"To see that? You refer to my body as if it were something you dreaded seeing," she said taking a sip of her wine.
"No, it's not that."
"Then what's the matter with you? You were quiet all during dinner tonight."
"I got a lot on my mind," he said thinking about the surprise call from her father just before she came home. Stanley had offered to set him up in business if he'd agree to divorce Jan.
"We're married now. You're supposed to tell me what's bothering you."
"I don't know," he said wondering how he'd handle this.
"Just tell me. I've always taken care of everything."
"This is different."
"Have you lost interest in me Skeeter?" she asked noticing that his passions seemed to have cooled in the last few weeks.
"It's just that I'm not happy Jan," he said picking up his wineglass and taking a long sip.
"What's the matter?"
"I hate my job."
"Is Bob giving you a hard time?" she asked referring to his boss. She had arranged for Bob to give Skeeter a job as a salesman in the lingerie company.
"No, it's not that."
"Well, are sales down?"
"Some," he said thinking about the fact he hadn't gone on sales calls in days now.
"Well, Skeeter you haven't gone out on sales calls most of this week. If I didn't know Bob personally I'm sure he'd give you hell about that."
"That's what I mean," he said as his eyes narrowed.
"What?" she asked shocked by his sudden anger.
"I don't like working for your friend Bob and his big lingerie company.
"But you needed a job. You had sold lingerie in Lillard, Georgia and you said you never wanted to do anything other than that," she said remembering his words when she'd pulled her influential strings to help him.
"I'm sick of being somebody else's hired hand. I want my own company," he said defiantly throwing his napkin on the table and getting up to walk into the living room.
"Well, I told you I'd help you start a business one day," she said following him into the living room.
"One day, one day, one day," he said taking a seat on the sofa.
"Well, Skeeter we haven't' been married but a few months. I wanted to be sure of things before we get involved in something so complicated," she said not wanting to tell him she was worried he'd leave her after he got everything he wanted.
"I married you didn't I?"
"Yeah."
"Well, that's enough. I either get set up in business now or I don't see how I can stand living like this anymore," he said putting his feet up on her antique coffee table knowing it would anger her.
"Okay... look Skeeter," she said taking a seat beside him on the sofa. She forced herself to ignore his feet and put her arm around him. "I want you to be happy," she said kissing him on the cheek.
"Then don't be holding out on me. The man's the boss in the marriage," he said feeling more confident.
"Don't you hold out on me either," she said unbuttoning his shirt.
"You'll buy me a store and give me the capital to start my business right away?" he asked eyeing her suspiciously.
"Will that make you happy Skeeter?"
CONTINUED MONDAY. MORE SOAP PHOTOS BELOW.
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