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Soap Opera "As The Mouse Moves" - Wednesday June 14th 2004
Stanley slid into the back of his long white limo and the driver closed the door. The older man picked up a napkin from the bar in the car and wiped the tears from his eyes. He glanced back up at Tiffany's apartment and saw her standing in the window looking down on Bleecker Street. The driver closed the door on the driver's side and started the engine.
"Where would you like to go Mr. Morgan?" the driver asked.
"I guess I should go back home and wait. Maybe she'll come to my house," Stanley said hopefully.
"Yes sir," the driver said pulling out into the traffic on Bleecker Street.
"I hope that hoodlum doesn't harm her," Stanley said referring to Vinny.
"Yes sir," the driver said glancing in the rear view mirror at the reflection on the face of his distraught employer.
"I can't believe Starlene would get into the car with Vinny when she was moving her clothes over to my house. We were going to get married," Stanley said.
"Yes sir. I didn't know you planned to marry her," the driver said.
"That was the plan," Stanley said wondering if he really was going to go through with it.
"I know she's fond of you Mr. Morgan," the driver said remembering the many times he'd driven Starlene around town.
"Did she ever say anything to you about this guy Vinny?"
"Oh no sir. I just could tell she loves you," the driver said thinking he might have said too much.
"I see. Yes I know Starlene loves me. This is hard, very hard," Stanley said as his cell phone rang. He quickly took the tiny phone from his pocket and opened it.
"Hello," he answered.
"Stanley," Starlene said in a hushed voice.
"Starlene! Where are you Starlene?" he asked.
"Stanley, I'm sorry if I upset you," she said as she watched Vinny walk into the men's room at the service station on the Upper West Side and close the door.
"I've never been so humiliated in my life Starlene," he said remembering the scene on the street as Starlene got into the new Ferrari with Vinny. It especially hurt him to remember how she looked with her wedding gown draped over her arm hanging onto the car door and blowing in the wind as they sped into the distance on Bleecker Street.
"Well I'm sorry if I humiliated you Stanley," she said angry that he wasn't begging her to come home.
"How do you think I felt? You got into that car with that hoodlum and left me standing there on the sidewalk," Stanley said as he glanced up and noticed his limo driver turning off the radio so he could better eavesdrop.
"Vinny is not a hoodlum and he just wanted for me to take a ride in his new car before I left to marry you," she said remembering how quickly the scene had escalated.
"I hope you enjoyed yourself Starlene," Stanley said angrily.
"It's nothing Stanley. Just a ride around the block before I become a married woman. I never meant for it to become a show down," she said defensively.
"I don't think you think about how things look Starlene. To the public this is very bad indeed. You have chosen the company of a hoodlum against my wishes."
"Is that all you think about Stanley? How it looks to everyone else?" she asked as she saw Vinny open the door to the men's room and walk towards the clerk to pay for the fuel.
"This is the second time you've been unfaithful to me Starlene. The first time it was that neighbor of yours Marco. Now you've run off in a fast automobile with a Mafia hoodlum," Stanley said wiping his brow.
"You cheated with Nicole the first time," she added. "Then you cheated with Lola. I was only taking a stupid ride in a car Stanley. You're making it sound like the whole world was watching. It wasn't the OJ car chase!" she snapped.
"You aren't as mature as I thought you were Starlene."
"Stanley I waited for you to marry me more than a year. I matured all right. I learned. Are you going to marry me or not?" she asked.
"How can I after this?" he asked in a pained voice as he heard her hang up the phone in his ear.
CONTINUED TOMORROW. MORE SOAP PHOTOS BELOW.
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