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A Sleep In

by Rita Widmer

Betty was finishing up the rest of the scripts she wanted to finish for tomorrow. She could hear the storm outside. She wondered if it was better to stay here for the night since she was all alone, or so she thought.

Scott had fallen asleep in the Green Room. He woke up to see all the lights still on and realized Betty must be there. Maybe this was the time to talk to her.

Scott entered the Writerís Room where Betty was still typing. "Bettybettybetty," said Scott, scaring Betty half to death.

"Scott, I thought I was here all alone," exclaimed Betty.

"I fell asleep in the Green Room. Iím going to go check on the weather, and then Iím going to make sure you get home," said Scott as he left, only to reappear five minutes later.

"You donít have to do that."

"I would never forgive myself if something happened to you." When he came back, he said, "Well, I have some good news and some bad news."

"Whatís the good news?"

"I donít have to take you home."

"And the bad news?"

"We have a full blown blizzard outside and the door is frozen shut."

"You mean we have to stay here all alone for tonight or longer?"

"Yes. Very exciting." At least Scott hoped it would be.

"Scott, this could ruin my reputation!"

"Well, if it does, weíll just have to get married."

"Scott!" She gave him a look.

"A man canít help but hope."

She just looked at him with amazement. Scott Sherwood, talking about marriage. What next?


Betty woke up the next morning. She had fallen asleep on the couch. Looking over at Scott, she remembered why she did.

Scott looked so cute when he was asleep. Lately, she had been thinking some strange thoughts about him. Was she falling in love with him?

Waking up, Scott felt someone staring at him. He opened his eyes to Bettyís staring eyes, and she blushed.

"So, whatís for breakfast?" he asked.

"I think we have some old donuts left over from yesterday, but weíll have to be creative after that."

"We can worry about that later. So, where are those donuts?"


Scott went to see what he could find in other parts of the station for food. Betty had remembered they had stored some food away when they were stranded here a couple of years ago for Christmas.

Betty decided she wanted to find out how she felt about Scott. A romantic dinner would be perfect setting. She also had found the dress Celia had worn for "Armchair Detectives". She smiled at herself. She knew she looked beautiful.

Scott tried to enter the Green Room, but something blocked his way. "Betty, why wonít you let me in?"

"Itís a secret. Iíll call you when ready."


"Scott, you can come in now," yelled Betty.

Scott entered and practically fainted. Betty looked so beautiful, and the room was lighted with only candles.

"So, how do you like it?" asked Betty.

" look beautiful. Where in the world did you get that dress?"

"Itís a long story, but Iíll tell you later."

"So, whatís for dinner?"

"Come and sit down and find out."

"After you," said Scott, pushing in Bettyís chair for her. "Looks good."

After supper, Betty started to clean up the table, and Scott helped her. Betty went over to the radio and turned it to some Christmas music. "Shall we dance?" asked Betty.

"Of course," said Scott, taking Betty into his arms. They swept around the room. Betty started to sing along.

"I love your voice," said Scott.

"Thanks," said Betty. They stopped dancing, stared into each otherís eyes, and kissed.

When their lips parted, Scott said, "I love you, Betty Roberts."

"But, Scott..." said Betty.

"What is it, Betty? Donít tell me you donít know by now who you care for."

"I just donít know, Scott."

"You can't tell me after you kissed me like that and then say it didnít mean anything," said Scott, getting mad.

Scott, Iíve kissed Victor before."

"I give up." Then he left the room.


Betty cried all night. Her mind just kept going back and forth between Scott and Victor and their kisses. Whatís wrong with me? Why canít I make a decision? thought Betty. She was still wearing the dress from last night, she realized. Scott walked in and Betty tried to hide the tears.

Scott did notice. It made him feel worse. "Betty, Iím sorry about last night. Itís just as ironic as me falling in love with a wonderful girl like you. You want to know whatís even more odd? I want to marry you."

Betty looked up in surprise. "You really mean that?!"

Scott didnít say anything, but just threw a package at her and left. Curiousity fell on Betty and she opened it to find an engagement ring.


Betty walked into Studio A, where she found Scott decorating a Christmas tree.

"Merry Christmas! May I help you?" Betty asked.

"Whatís so merry about it?" asked Scott. He passed a box of ornaments to her.

"Iím sorry about last night. I was just so confused."

You said 'was'. Now how do you feel?"

"Iím mad at myself for not seeing the obvious. I love you, Scott." She kissed him on the cheek.

He looked down to see that she was wearing the ring. "Youíre wearing the ring?"

"I wanted to know how it would feel."

"Itís yours to keep."

"Only if I get the guy with it."

"You mean that?"

"Of course."

"Will you marry me?"

"Yes. I love you, Scott!"

"I love you, too." He bent down and kissed her, and she kissed him back.

"How long have you had this ring in your pocket?" asked Betty.

"Since we all were on 'Youíve Met Your Match.'"

Betty just hugged him. He could be the sweetest guy in the world when he wanted to be. She just wished she had realized it sooner. Actually, she probably did, or she would have never have gone a date with him. She had forgotten when she heard about the forging of the letter.

"Merry Christmas!" Everyone yelled as they came rushing with presents. Scott and Betty were oblivious to it all as they held each other tight.


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