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Soap Opera "As The Mouse Moves" - Tuesday June 22nd 2004
"Come in Jan", Stanley said as he held the door of his Upper East Side mansion open for his daughter.
"Hello Father," she said walking into the living room and putting her purse on the table beside the door.
"Would you like to have dinner here tonight?" he asked.
"No, I have to meet with some of the ladies from the club later this evening."
"You were nominated for President this year weren't you?" he asked closing the door and following her into his living room.
"Yes," she said as she took a seat on the sofa and watched him take a seat in a chair nearby.
"Well, that will really strengthen your standing in the business world," he said. "It's moments like this that I wish your Mother were still alive," he said proudly.
"I'm glad she's not," Jan mumbled as she reached for the decanter on the coffee table and poured herself a drink.
"What?" he asked shocked.
"It's really a mess Father," she said sipping her drink and putting the glass on the coffee table.
"Oh you'll win by a landslide. I can speak to a few of the men and they'll be sure their wives vote for you. Don't worry about it."
"That's not the thing that I'm worried about," she said shaking her head.
"What is it?"
"Skeeter," she said referring to her husband that had left her and moved into an apartment next door to his ex-wife Tiffany.
"Get rid of him Jan. The sooner the better," Stanley said as he poured himself a drink.
"It's not that easy."
"Sure it is, just sign the divorce papers I had drawn up for you," he said putting his glass on the coffee table.
"That won't work now."
"Why not?"
"Skeeter wants more. He has threatened to ruin me if I don't give him everything he wants."
"Skeeter can't ruin you! Nonsense."
"No it's not. Skeeter has my stolen my club directory and he swears he will call every woman in the book and ask them out on a date," she said feeling her face burning.
"No!" Stanley said starting to feel the familiar tightness in his chest again.
"Yes. I saw him with the book and he means it."
"Oh no," he said taking a cigarette from the box on the coffee table and lighting it.
"Father you have to quit," Jan said.
"I almost have," he said taking a long drag on the cigarette.
"I have to ask you a favor."
"What?" he asked watching her closely.
"I need for you to give me more money," she said picking up her glass and taking another sip.
"No. I won't be blackmailed by that beer drinking woman chaser," Stanley said regretting his words when he saw Jan's expression.
"Okay then. I guess I can't count on you either. When I need you the most you aren't going to be there for me. It's the same old story Father. I should have known. You're too wrapped up in your own affairs to care for me. You're right! I wish Mother were alive now so she could see this!" she screamed getting up from the sofa and walking towards the front door to leave.
CONTINUED TOMORROW. MORE SOAP PHOTOS BELOW.
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