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Soap Opera "As The Mouse Moves" - Wednesday February 18th 2004
Skeeter opened the door to his wife's Upper East Side townhouse and walked into the foyer.
"Mr. Skeeter, you come back," Ilona the housekeeper said in her broken English. She dried her hands on her apron as she walked towards the handsome southerner.
"Just to pick up some things," he said as he closed the door. He took off his jacket tossing it over a chair before walking towards the stairs to go up.
"I hope so much that you move back," the housekeeper said sincerely.
"That ain't going to happen Ilona. But maybe I can come by and visit you sometimes," he said winking at her. "How's Jan doing?" he asked referring to his estranged wife and her employer.
"No good. She so upset. She very upset for you leaving," she said as she followed him up the stairs towards the master bedroom.
"She'll get over it," he said walking into the bedroom. He opened Jan's desk drawer and started taking out papers to look through.
"What you look for?"
"Anything that can tell me how much money she's got," he said closing the drawer and opening another one.
"I have no knowledge of this. Maybe you ask her when she comes home," she suggested feeling a little guilty as she watched him rummage through her employer's papers.
"She'd never tell me Ilona. She doesn't want me to know," he said as he walked towards the window and looked out. "Damn here she comes. I didn't think she'd be home this time of day," he said closing the blinds and checking to see if he'd left the desk as he found it. They both looked at each other when they heard the front door close downstairs.
"Ilona," Jan called out.
"Yes Miss Morgan," Ilona said walking towards the top of the stairs and looking down.
"What are you doing?"
"Mr. Skeeter here with me," she said as Jan quickly started up the stairs.
Skeeter took a seat on the bed and waited for Jan to walk into the bedroom. He glanced up when he heard her high heels on the hardwood floors of their bedroom.
"Skeeter! How are you?" she asked taking off her mink coat and tossing it on the bed as she took a seat beside him.
"Fine. I just stopped by to see if I'd left anything in the bedroom," he lied as he saw Ilona wave at him and turn to descend the stairs.
"Oh I was hoping maybe you had come home," she said in her sweetest voice.
"I told you Jan I'm not coming back here. I just wanted to check the bedroom," he repeated glancing around the room.
"Where are you staying Skeeter? In that dreary basement below your lingerie store?" she asked frowning.
"No. I found a small apartment."
"Oh..." she said with an air of hopelessness.
"I better go," he said starting to get up from the bed.
"Why don't we talk a minute... while you're here," she said smiling.
"I've got to get back to the store. I have an appointment later this evening," he said thinking about the photographers that were coming in to take his picture.
"I hope it's not a date with a woman or anything like that?" she asked watching him closely.
"No, nothing like that," he said starting towards the doorway.
"Skeeter I'm willing to try and work things out. As long as you don't embarrass me."
"It's too late now Jan."
"There is another woman then?"
"No, I'm going to be featured on an underwear billboard in Times Square within the next few days," he said knowing how angry the modeling job had made her in the past.
"I'm sorry I was so upset about it at first Skeeter. I've thought about it and I'll try to live with it," she said grimacing at the thought of her husband half nude in Times Square.
"You're late Jan."
"I'll do whatever it takes Skeeter. I don't want to lose you," she said getting up and walking towards him as he stood in the doorway of their bedroom.
CONTINUED TOMORROW. MORE SOAP PHOTOS BELOW.
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