WandaSue walks briskly toward the school building in which the voting is taking place, smiling.
This is your big day, babydoll! she thinks, This is the day I get the recognition and respect I so richly deserve. This is also the day I'd better get my duds over to my new place. Glad Tiffany and Holly showed up last week to volunteer for my campaign staff. Without them I would have stayed over in Pleasantville, not realizing I'd get busted if I didn't live in this town, the town in which I am going to be the Mayor!.......oh hot diggety-dog!! There they are now......Holly and Tiffany, on 'exit poll' duty. I tried to get some of my staff into the voting place, but that's off-limits to anyone working on a campaign, but the voting commission said stationing them outside as exit poll people would be legit.
She waves at her two new friends, who wave back gaily. TV cameras are all over the place, and as they see WandaSue approach the school, they aim the cameras toward her. She walks over to the guy from Channel 3. "Are you going to vote for yourself?" the guy with the microphone asks, shoving it in her face. "Of course!" she answers, "why would I vote for Vince Wells? Get a life!"
The reporter chuckles as the camera keeps rolling. Tiffany and Holly rush over and stand with her to make sure they get on the News too. "Hi, everyone out there in TV land!" Holly gushes.
"Who are they?" the reporter from Channel 9 asks, annoyed that now he'll have to go to the trouble of writing down their names or at least trying to remember them, a skill he has yet to master.
"These ladies are exit poll people," WandaSue explains as she continues on into the building to cast her vote. She takes her position in one of the voting booths, votes, and when she emerges from the booth the same reporters and cameras are waiting for her again.
"Ta ta, fellas! See you at my inauguration!" she says flippantly yet with confidence.

MEANWHILE:

William paces, waiting for the others to join him in the foyer so they can all go over to the school where the voting is taking place, "Hey, come now or this train is leaving without you!" he yells up the stairs.
Eleanor comes down the stairs, dressed and ready to go, but asks, "You're sure we're eligible to vote now, William?"
"Yes! We all registered back when I had those phony birth certificates made," then yells out louder, "Snap to it, folks or you're on your own!"
It takes another ten minutes, but finally the group is assembled. "Why do we all have to go together?" Bess asks, "We can't all fit into your car."
"True, but being our first time voting, I think we ought to show up as a family," William explains something he thought he'd already made clear.
Celeste, the only person there who can vote without phony identification, snaps her purse shut and announces, "Let's do it! Let's elect WandaSue......I never thought in a million years I'd be saying that."

AND.........by Coralynn

Jerry sees the gang from Winding Willow arrive as he gets out of his car by the polling place, and waves. They wave back. Eleanor rushes over and asks, "Have you voted yet?"
"Just about to do that now," he answers, taking her arm, "Let us do it together like a proper couple!"
"A couple, maybe, but proper? Eleanor grins.
"Somehow I always had the impression that English royatly was proper and even stiff. That is until I met you!"
"Hate to disabuse you of your preconceived notions, kid. Most of us are real hell-raisers, all except William who tries hard to keep us on the straight and narrow...."
"Hasn't he given up on that yet?" Jerry asks, then his attention is diverted by two women who he can see out of his peripheral vision who look awfully familiar.
Couldn't be, he thinks, no way. My imagination is out of control...
"JERRY!" a female voice yells out and within seconds he is being hugged by some woman. Eleanor is taken aback and glares at her.
"Don't you remember me?" the woman asks loudly, "I'm Holly! You know, your true love from college days!"
Eleanor glares harder.
By this time the other woman joins them and Jerry realizes with a jolt that this is the infamous Tiffany, Roger's old girlfriend from college. The one Rog still thinks he's going with, due to the amnesia.
The coincidence that they should show up at this particular time boggles his mind.
He's speechless.
Eleanor is glaring still. "You remember!" Holly keeps repeating, "Holly! You know Holly!"
"I know," he finally manages to say, "You two living around here now?"
"YES!" Tiffany exclaims, "We're living at the Camelot Condos just outside town! Imagine running into you here. You can't be living here, too......"
"Yes, this area is my old stomping grounds, grew up around here. But why are you here?"
"Just got a wild notion to pack up and make for a new base of operations...." Holly begins.
"You aren't still dealing...."
Holly slaps his arm, hard, "No, silly! Tiff and I are free-lancers. Right now we're exit poll takers."
Eleanor is still glaring, then urges Jerry, "Come on, we want to vote........."
Jerry is so stunned at seeing these two apparitions from the past that it takes him a minute to shake his mind back to the present. "Oh yes, nice seeing you, ladies."
Eleanor actually pulls him away from the scene. He gives her a strange look, "What's the matter?"
She shakes her hips and raises her voice an octave and mimics, "Ohhhhhhh Jerry, surrrrrrrrrrrely you remember me!" as the walk through the door into the building.
"You're jealous!" he stops walking and looks at her in amazement, "The great Eleanor of Aquitaine is jealous!"
"No I am not jealous. But if one of those floozies puts one toe of one foot across my boundary they are going to get chopped!"
"But love, they don't want to invade your boundary......."
"They want to invade yours. Same thing....."
"Eleanor, Eleanor, Eleanor, who could ever tangle with you and come out in one piece?" he laughs.
"Many have tried; none have succeeded!" she laughs along with him as they enter the polling room.

THEN........

WandaSue pulls into the parking lot of Camelot Condos, the huge moving van following behind her. Lucky for me they had an unfurnished condo, she thinks, this is the classiest place in town, too. Good enough for the mayor, I would say!
Gwendolyn Young hears the sound outside and looks out to see the moving van. "Now all the condos are occupied," she thinks, "so I'll probably have more time to spend with Sal now that I'm not almost chained to this desk in case someone comes in to rent or buy one. Sal has been so good to me, too, buying me expensive clothes and jewerly," she admires the diamond tennis bracelet on her arm, "and in time maybe he'll make good his promise to leave his frumpy wife. I can hope so, but I'm not complaining; the way things are now is exciting and romatic. Just wish he'd lose forty or fifty pounds........."
She hears "RIGHT HERE!" which is WandaSue yelling at the driver of the moving van.
She wonders how someone who is obviously white trash managed to get herself elected mayor, or at least she will be by the end of the day, she thinks, then realizes she still has to drive into town and do her civic duty.
She gets up from her brocade chair and puts on her cashmere coat as the day has turned chill. She runs her hands over the fabric and smiles as she walks out from the office and locks the door behind her.

It takes the men the moving company hired over an hour to carry in all the furniture WandaSue instructed them to load. "Over there!" she barks at one, then another. "No, move it to the......left!"
Within another hour everything is in its place, and she waves the guys farewell. The rooms are all furnished now, and she wonders what on earth she's going to do with all that extra furniture of BB's she has stashed in that apartment half way between Chappaqua and Pleasantville. "Wonder if that growling dog tape still works!" she laughs, "One of these days I'll have to dispose of that stuff. But for now, I have to play Mayor for four years. First thing I'm gonna do is get the zoning board to zone the Montgomery ranch residential, no horses allowed. Or I can tell Billy Bob I'm going to.....unless he files for divorce and I get my mitts on half of all his earthly possessions. Looks like a win-win situation to me!" she slaps her thigh as she unpacks her groceries and stuffs the freezer compartment with.............yep, you guessed it!

BONDING....

Tiffany and Holly drive back to their condo, as two others have relieved them of their 'exit poll' duties, and wonder if WandaSue has moved in yet. "Let's ring her doorbell and find out!" Holly suggests, excitedly, "It would be great to get in on the ground floor in this town..."
"And Wandasue Montgomery is a sure way to do that," Tiffany finishes the sentence.
They ring her doorbell and are greeted by none other than the person they seek, still carrying her tray of HungryMan dinner.
"Come on in, you guys!" she flings open the door, "Had lunch yet?" she runs a fork around the tray to collect up the last bits of corn and shoves them in her mouth.
The two women look at each other and decide not to be hungry, "We already ate!" Tiffany lies.
"Come in and see my new digs!" WandaSue is thrilled that she has friends at last. The last month or two over at her apartment in Pleasantville she had gone stir crazy as she had alienated every 'friend' she had, but now that she was about to become Mayor, things would be different, oh so different.
"Watching the returns from the election?" Holly asks, following WandaSue around as she leads them through the rooms of her new place.
"It's too early for that, but you know what the results are gonna be...." WandaSue says with braggadosia.
"I love your dining room table," Tiffany decides to get on WandaSue's good side by complimenting everything she can.
"Yeah. Solid wood, too! Hey, you guys need more furnture? I have an apartment full of stuff as good as this, maybe better, even."
"Our condo came furnished," Tiffany reminds her, "but........"
"Hey! They can always store that stuff. I'll drive you out to my extra apartment tomorrow and you can pick out anything you want!"
After the grand tour is completed, they sit in the living room.
"I was wondering," Tiffany starts on her fishing expedition, "Do you know anything about Ms. Young, the woman who works for this place?"
"Not really. Why you wanna know?"
"We've seen her get into a long, black Cadillac every night we've been here. She leaves the office, this car pulls up, a greasy but obviously wealthy man gets out, puts her into the car as if she were the Queen of England and off they go."
"Think it's Mafia?" WandaSue asks, "I can smell Mafia a mile away!"
"You mean because of the black Caddy?"
"Oh yeah, those people love black Cadillacs! They also cheat on their wives bigtime!"
"After you get to be mayor," Tiffany tries not to be obvious, but it's difficult, "will you have access to police records or any other records that might have lists of suspected Mafia?"
"Sure! After I'm mayor, I'm making Travis McGee the police chief. He'll be so grateful I'll have access to any durned thing I want!" WandaSue slaps her leg, "but what are you going to do with the info? Blackmail the guy?"
Tiffany and Holly exchange startled glances, not realizing they're dealing with one of the most successful blackmailers in the county.
"Just curious, but you think we ought to?" Holly asks eagerly, hoping WandaSue will think she came up with the idea.
"Sure! Nothing wrong with that!" WandaSue answers.
Tiffany and Holly both smile and think, 'This is going to be easier than we thought. And the Mayor of the town sanctions it? Plus she has the new police chief in her pocket? Full steam ahead!'


WHAT? CLOTH DIAPERS?!.....by Terri

The phone rang and Rosamond answered.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Rose--it's Eleanor. Look, I know you are tied down with the children but if you want to vote, I'll stay with the kids while you run over."
Rose said, "No, that's OK."
"Oh, is John going to watch them?"
"John and I talked it over. We decided to skip this election. Vince Wells is a crumb but Wanda Sue is no better. She's a pie-eating contest woman and because of all the blackmail she has done to us, we decided to exercise our right NOT to vote. We honestly just could not do it."
"I understand. I guess we haven't been burned by her like you have. It will be funny to watch if she IS elected."
Rosamond said sourly, "Yeah. Ha-ha. I'd better go. Jenna needs feeding."
Eleanor laughed. "Better you than me!"
CLICK!


"What do you think, John? I know it is the same year as yours. Do you think this is a good price?"
"Well, you can never go wrong with this year and it would be an investment. Yeah, the price is good. And it is fully loaded."
"Hey, I'm sorry it's the same color as yours but black is the only color they have."
John laughed. "Well, you won't have a car-seat in it like I do sometimes. So yes, it's a good deal and I say go for it!"
Daniel turned to the car salesman who was wearing a bowtie and said, "Ok--it's a deal! Write it up!"
The salesman smiled and whipped the pen out of his pocket so fast you would have thought it was the gunfight at the OK Corral.
Within an hour, Daniel was the proud owner of a 2002 Corvette. Black. Just like his twin brother's.


Angela Barzini kicked off her shoes in her living room. It felt great to be back from Palermo. What a chore that was! Aunt Sophia. She was so..old country! No wonder Daddy got out when he was a boy. Hot, humid...She poured herself a glass of vino rosso that she imported from the family vinyards.
Our own family label. Barzini Vinyards.
She sat cross legged on the couch and pulled her phone book out. Now to find Daniel's phone number. Think it is about time his wife finds out what he is up to. She opened it to 'G' and scanned down the list. Let's see...that was Winding Willow that he lived on...
Angela could still feel the crimson flush of embarrassment when she realized that Daniel was married and had a beautiful family. Three kids. No one has three kids these days. Must be a good Catholic boy there. And that baby his wife was carrying. She looked pretty fresh. Like a newborn.
Angela started counting and doing some calculations. That cad was fooling around with me--and all the time his wife was due to deliver a baby! How could he! Her finger ran down the list of names.
Gwinett....Gwinnett....one N? One T or two? Oh--here it is. G-W-I-N-N-E-T-T.
Winding Willow. But wait---the name isn't Daniel. It is---JOHN! I can't believe it! He must have used his middle name. His full name must be John Daniel Gwinnett. He must use his middle name. Daniel. What nerve!
Angela picked up the phone and dialed the number in the phone book. A woman's voice answered, "Hello?"
She cleared her throat and said, "Yes, hello! Is this Mrs. Gwinnett?"
"No, she's busy right now. This is Bess. Can I help you?"
Bess? Must be the nanny!
Angela said, "Yes. Well. This is Beatrice of the Di-dee Diaper Service. Mrs. Gwinnett is to receive a complimentary diaper service for the next month. I just have a few questions..."
"Ooops! Sorry! She's in the middle of nursing Jenna. Can I help you?"
Angela said, "Yes, maybe you could. We have the baby's name as Jenna. The date of birth is.." and here Angela lied to find out exactly when Jenna was born--"October 7th."
Bess said, "Oh no! That is wrong. Rose had Jenna October 14th."
Angela wracked her brain. October 14th. Wasn't that the night we went to Chez Pierre for dinner? You mean his wife was in the delivery room when he was wining and dining me? Among other things?
Bess said, "So when does the diaper service start? I mean, it's nice and all but she doesn't really need it with disposable diapers."
Angela said, "Hmmmm?? Oh! We'll let you know. Good bye."
She hung up before that Bess person could question her more.

Angela Barzini sat there and pulled another cigarette out of the pack and lit it. She smoked it to the end and then stubbed it out and lit another one. She repeated this over and over until she had smoked the whole pack.
She went to the computer and pulled up the Chappaqua Chronicle archives. She quickly typed in 'birth announcements' and pulled up the days right after October 14th. There it was on the computer. And everyone knew if it was in the computer, it was carved in stone.
The birth announcement read: John and Rosamond Gwinnett--244 Winding Willow Chappaqua NY--a girl, born October 14th, 2004. Jenna Rose, weight 5 lbs. 5 oz.
OK--so there it is. Proof positive he was with ME the night his wife had the baby. Wonder what lame excuse he used. And there it is again. 'John'. I'll bet he uses Daniel when he's out leching around.
She up-ended the cigarette pack and found none. She took her wine glass and smashed it in the fireplace, stomped off to bed, dreaming all sorts of scenarios. Whatever the outcome, Daniel was going to pay the price. A very high price. After all, humiliation does NOT come cheap.


JERRY'S BOMBSHELL..........by Coralynn

"But we have to tell her," Jerry argues with Eleanor.
"She's not going to like it!" Eleanor insists.
"Whether or not she likes it, the fact is that we've found Tiffany, the gal Roger dated in college......the one he still thinks he's dating because of the amnesia."
"So what will this do for Roger?"
"If we can get Tiffany to go to see Roger with us, she can inform him that it's been 9 years since college..."
"And coming from her will carry more weight than coming from us, his close friends?"
"Jeeez, I don't know, El, but we have to try."
They pull up to Beth and Roger's house, get out of the car and approach the door, ringing the bell, which is answered immediately by Beth, who's wiping her hands on a teatowel.
"Hi! Good to see you! Have you voted yet? I'm going to after Bess finishes babysitting for Rose. Soon as she gets here off I go! Pity we have to vote for that shank WandaSue!" she laughs.
"We just voted, but I have something to tell you totally unrelated to that," Jerry begins.
"Really? Has Roger had a breakthrough? If he has, why hasn't the psychiatrist or whoever phoned me about it? He's due to be released tomorrow, you know. Maybe when he gets home the familiarity will jog his memory. Sure hope so! I'm getting discouraged hearing him refer to Tiffany this and Tiffany that...." she prattles on and on nervously.
"Sit down, Beth." Jerry takes her hands and gently steers her to the couch.
"Uh oh! He hasn't died, say he hasn't died!" Beth's face shows alarm.
"No, no, nothing like that. In fact, I think what I found may help him....."
"Or not!" Eleanor can't resist. Beth looks toward Eleanor with a pleading expression.
"Jerry found Tiffany, that's what he's here to tell you." Eleanor says.
"Where?"
"She was at the polls when we voted just now," Jerry continues, "She recognized me and we talked for a few minutes. Seems she's moved here."
"What?!"
"It's sheer coincidence. We didn't contact her and tell her to come, she just did. One of those weird cosmic things that happens every now and again...."
Eleanor adds, "Tell her about Holly, too, Jerry!" then without waiting for him to reply, tells Beth, "And, to make things even more ridiculous, Jerry's old girlfriend, Holly, was with Tiffany. She was all over Jerry like white on rice!"
Beth doesn't respond to this last piece of information, as the fact that Tiffany is in town is by itself enough to boggle her mind. "So...." she tries to formulate a question, but isn't sure what to ask.
"So we think that if we take Tiffany to the hospital and she tells Roger that over nine years have passed since they last saw each other, it may reinforce what we've been telling him," Roger tries to make it sound like a positive.
Beth tears up, "Or........he could think that now she's here they can get back together!"
"You can come, too, in fact, I think it's wise for you to be there so that he can see his Past and his Present in the same place."
"Or his real love and his 'pretend' love, that's me the one he's only been told he's married to...."
"This is going to turn out in time, Beth, you must have faith!" Eleanor puts her arm around Beth.
They can see Bess on the porch, and when she rings the bell, Beth lets her in and, trying to act like nothing is wrong, shows her the pad upon which she has written down instructions.
"I may be a little longer than I'd planned, Bess, I hope you don't mind."
"Don't mind at all! Your little ones are so much fun.......are they napping right now?"
"Yes, they were just put down about 15 minutes ago. Here's my cellphone number if you need to contact me..."
"Got it!" Bess smiles, wanting to be cheerful; knowing that Beth is going through an extremely rough patch with Roger having amnesia, but not having a clue that Roger will soon be reunited with his old love of bygone days.

The three get into Jerry's car. He drives back to the middle of town to see if Tiffany and Holly are still serving as exit poll takers, but they are nowhere to be seen.
Roger idles the car and frowns, "now how do we find them?"
"I hate to tell you this, Jerry, but they told us they were living in Camelot Condos," Eleanor wishes she didn't remember this, but.....
He makes a U turn and heads out of town toward the Condo complex. Beth sits in the back seat saying nothing, but looking stricken.
They pull into the parking lot and exit the car, going to the Office to find out just which condo Tiffany is living in. As they enter the office, Ms. Young is just hanging up her cashmere coat, after having been out with Sal for a noontime date. She sees her reflection in the small mirror by the coat closet and admires the new diamond earrings Sal just gifted her. They catch the light and sparkle with a vengeance. She is pleased.
"May I help you?" she asks the three people standing in the office, "we have no condos for sale or rent presently, but I can put you on the waiting list."
Jerry steps forward, "We aren't here to rent a condo. We need to know in which one Tiffany Winthrop lives. She's an old friend of ours.....we just ran into her downtown a while ago and she said she lived here."
Privacy is high on the list of priorities at Camelot Condos, so Gwnedolyn Young is loath to divulge any information about the residents.
She shakes her head, "I am not at liberty to give out that information."
"I understand. Can you give us her phone number?" Jerry is hoping for something, anything.
"I believe she has the phone number that was there when the last tenants lived in that unit......" she flips through her book and jots it down on a post-it note, handing it to Jerry.
"May I use your phone to call her?" he asks.
"I suppose so." she leaves the room, goes into the powder room to freshen up, taking her cashmere coat with her just in case these people have come here to steal. They look respectable enough, but you can't be too careful........

Jerry hears the phone ring and ring, over and over. No response. He taps his foot in impatience, not wanting to give up, letting the phone continue to ring.
"LOOK!" Eleanor yanks on his arm and points out the window where the two women are seen coming out of a condo.
He lays down the phone and bolts for the door, running outside to where Tiffany and Holly are strolling along. Eleanor glances at Beth, who is standing frozen in her tracks.
"Come on, Beth, we may as well....." she tells her wryly, "let's get this over with."
"I.....I....can't!" Beth pleads.
"Yes you can, now just stick with me, kid," Eleanor tries to lighten up the whole situation, which is a huge challenge. Finally Beth begins to slowly follow her across the room and out the door.....
Gwendolyn Young re-enters the office to see the three people out in the parking lot, the phone sitting on the desk, still ringing.

By the time Eleanor successfully gets Beth to join the group, Jerry has explained most of the story to Tiffany and Holly, who find it all very interesting.
"Oh here she is, poor dear," Tiffany gives Beth her best phony smile, "You're........you're......oh my God, you're Ashley Judd! I didn't know Roger married you!!"
"My name is Bethia...." she replies weakly to this tall, striking blond, who has 'money' written all over her in the cut of her hair, the clothes, everything. Beth wants to disappear....go home.....not stand here talking to this gorgeous creature from Roger's past.
Jerry leads them over to his car and they all get in. Eleanor sits in the front with him while the other three women sit in the back, Tiffany still fascinated by the resemblence between Beth and the famous actress.
"Don't people come up to you on the street and ask for autographs?"
"No."
"Well, they must be blind. So how did you and Roger meet? You know, my dear, you could do worse than Rog.....he has to have a very successful medical practice by now. You picked well!"
Beth is becoming annoyed at the inference that she married Roger for his money, as is Eleanor, who turns around and snaps, "Beth is a mulit-millionaire in her own right!"
Both Tiff and Holly look surprised. Holly comments, "Well, good going, Roger!"
Again, the inference that he married her for her money. Was there no end to the superficial comments coming out of the mouths of these two women?
They ride on in silence, Beth's hands awash in perspiration as her nerves refuse to calm down.


DOUBTS......by Terry

Angela laid on her bed, stewing and plotting. He's not going to get away with this! That two-timing cheater! She grabbed the phone book again and looked up the number. She dialed and let it ring. A woman's voice came on the line.
"Hello?"
"Is this Mrs. Gwinnett?"
"Yes, it is."
"Did you know you are married to a cheating SOB?"
"EXCUSE ME?"
"He's been cheating on you. He's been with other women."
CLICK!

Rosamond looked at the receiver in disbelief. Someone accused John of adultery? Must be a disgruntled fitness customer. It has to be...doesn't it?John came downstairs and kissed Rose on the cheek.
"What's for dinner, hon?"
"Hmmm?" she said, distracted.
"Dinner. Food. Eat."
"OH! I stopped off at the store and got some fried chicken. I hope you don't mind."
"No, sweetheart. I know you have been tired iwth the baby. But eventually you ARE going to use that new gourmet kitchen we put in, aren't you? I mean, everything is state-of-the-art."
"I know. Yes, I'll use it. But I won't cook pot-roast."
John grimaced, remembering the beaning that Victoria Sheffield took in their kitchen.
"I don't blame you for that one. You OK, hon?"
"Yes. John--do you still find me attractive? I mean, I feel like a cow with nursing and sometimes I feel like I am covered in baby spit-up and it's been three weeks and we can't...you know."
John kissed the top of her head and said, "You look fine to me. Now--where's the chicken?"
He pulled the chicken out and started to put dinner on the table.
She looked after him and shook her head. NO! A man who helps in the kitchen would never do that..just because it's been three weeks since I had the baby...STOP IT, ROSE! The man love you! But that phone call...
She shook off her feelings of insecurity and helped John put the food on the table.


REUNION................by Coralynn

When they finally find a parking space in the hospital parking lot, Bethia takes several deep breaths to keep herself from visibly shaking. This is not going to be enjoyable, she thinks, I have to be in the room when Roger meets the girl he thinks he's in love with. But, if she's able to convince him that it's 2004, not 1995, it'll be worth it. I hope. I pray.
Tiffany and Holly are in rare good spirits as they get out of the car and follow Jerry toward the entrance. Eleanor takes Beth's arm reassuringly as they follow behind.
"It's going to be fine!" Eleanor tells the other woman, wishing she believed it herself.
Going up in the elevator the only sound is of Tiffany and Holly joking around about all the fun they had in college with Jerry and Roger, laughing at the 'inside' jokes they recall. Eleanor glares at them. What cheek! she thinks, but when Beth looks at her, El just smiles reassuringly.
The elevator comes to the correct floor and they walk out into the hall. Jerry, who visits Roger on a regular basis goes straight to the hospital room, walking in, but gesturing for the others to wait till he signals for them.
"How are you today, old man?" he kids his pal, "I have some visitors with me today. You remember Bethia, your wife..."
"You told me she was my wife, Jer, but for the life of me I can't place her......I try, I try hard, but I can't get the memory back."
"I also brought someone from the past who will confirm what I've been telling you all along......this is 2004, not 1995.." he gestures for Tiffany to enter the room. The others follow right behind, but stand back.
"TIFFANY!" Roger yells out when he sees her.
She hurries to his bedside, reaches down and gives him a kiss. A real kiss, too, not one of those air kisses people give each other out of politeness. She then lays her head down on his chest as she sits on the chair by his bedside. He strokes her hair. Bethia cries out and runs from the room. Eleanor races after her, "Beth, don't worry.........she's going to bring him around........uhhhhhhhh......she's going to help..........."
Beth's face is streaming with tears, "She has no intention of helping, Eleanor! She wants him back! I can tell!" and breaks into wracking sobs.
"No, no, no, she has to be affectionate to establish........uhhhh........."
"She only wants to establish that she's his girlfriend! Don't try to whitewash this, she wants him!"
Jerry walks out into the hall with a grim expression, "She wasn't supposed to do that!" he tells Beth, "I'm angry, in fact I'm pissed off!"
Beth continues to cry, but now she hugs Jerry, who at least realizes how terribly wrong this has gone.
Eleanor realizes that Tiffany and Holly are in the hospital room with Roger unobserved, alone, not good, so she goes back into the room and hears Tiffany saying, "Roger, you have always been dear to my heart, I've thought you of almost every day......how could I ever leave you? No, don't say it........you dumped me. But I was being so bitchy, you had cause....but I've changed....now we can start again!"
"How long has it been?" Roger cranks up the bed so that he's in a sitting position, which causes Tiffany to have to take her head off his chest.
"A while, dear."
"How long?" he was told it was nine years by Jerry, now he wants to hear it from Tiffany.
"Oh a few years."
"How many?" his expression is becoming more serious.
"Nine," she whispers.
"Jerry tells me that it's 2004 and that I'm married to Bethia and that we have infant twins...."
"You have children?" she slides the chair farther away from the bedside.
"That's what I've been told."
"Well, that changes everything!" she stands up and straightens her clothing, "I don't like little children, and if you have some, then the deal is off!" she walks toward the door, not looking back.
Holly grabs her arm and tries to reason with her as they both sweep out into the hall, "But Tiff......let the woman raise the kids......all you want is....."
Then they see Jerry and Beth standing there, listening.
"It's been real, Jer!" Holly waggles her fingers at him, "See ya around sometime!" as she scurries after Tiffany who is by now punching the button for the elevator over and over again.

"How will they get back?" Beth asks Jerry.
"Let them take a cab, I'll be damned if I'm driving those two back to town. Let's go back and talk with Rog some more. I think by now he's getting a good picture of what Tiffany was and is all about, and Beth, you won't be bothered by her again, not ever. If I see her around Roger I'll call the....."
Eleanor shakes her head, "The cops? But I know what you mean, Jerry. That one is a real piece of work."
"They both are!" he adds as he puts an arm around each woman and leads them back into the hospital room.

MEANWHILE:

Tiffany and Holly hail a cab and hop in. The fun of the day has evaporated. "Children! I should have known!" Tiffany grumbles.
"You don't need him anyway, Tif, there are a lot of men out there.....richer men..."
"You're right Hol, and I mean to find me some!" her spirits rise.

When they arrive back at Camelot Condos, they pay the cabbie and head for their place. "Time to eat dinner!" Holly announces, "Hey! I wonder if the election returns are in yet!"
"Turn on the TV," Tiffany suggests.
By the time the TV is warmed up, they hear banging on their door. Holly opens it and sees WandaSue standing there, in high dugeon.
"Have you seen the returns yet?" WandaSue asks as she enters their living room.
"I just turned it on," Holly answers.
The three sit and hear the news anchor saying..."The race for mayor of Chappaqua has been won by Vince Wells, a landslide victory for the incumbent.....90% to 10%. It was an interesting race..."
they turn down the volume.
"HOW?" Tiffany yells out, "When we were taking the exit poll we must have asked 250 people who they voted for, and only two of them said Vince Wells!"
"Somebody must have jimmied the voting machines!" Wandasue concludes, "And tomorrow morning I'm launching a protest."
"We'll be right there with you!" Tifffany says with passion, "You don't screw with one of my friends and get away with it!"
WandaSue is gratified that she is in the friend category, but still bothered. How could that creep get away with it? How did he tamper with the machines? Did someone break in last night and do it? This is beginning to sound like.....watergate!

DAY OF REVENGE