Date:         Wed, 13 Nov 1996 00:03:49 -0500
From: Catherine Berchtold <bercht@PIPELINE.COM>
Subject:      Re: INT: EmJay: HHR, part 2

At 05:11 PM 11/12/96 -0500, BARBARA HARRIS wrote:
>Reserved:
>        Barbara?Bunny/Hagatha (the three faces of Barbara)
>        Charles (the Virtual Handyman)
>        Lady Colleen and Lord Seamus, thoroughbred Irish Setters
>        Damian and Angela (Barbara's Inner Voice)

<snip>

>        Barbara scowled, looking down at her hair shirt and finally giving in
>to an urge to scratch.  "Well, okay to both... but just shapeshift once
>in a while... that should provide some entertainment value.  I guess
>Charles can work the seniors... that white beard is pretty impressive.
>And everyone... let me tell you this... I do NOT want *anyone* kissing
>any babies.  In fact... you might even try pinching a couple, discreetly
>of course.  I think, Charles, that you should carry a picket sign
>nominating LL for List Babysitter.  I definitely want to be free of that
>obligation this year.  Do you all understand?"

"Pinching?!"  Catherine's mind raced back to last summer when the three
faces of Barbara were in her home.  Frantically, she searched her children's
bodies over for pinch marks.  Satisfied that none could be found, she
shewed them back to reality and continued on with the story. :)

                                   ***************

Catherine entered a quiet Haven and wondered were everyone had gone.
She walked around the kitchen with a shopping bag resting on her left hip
while swinging the little frog's bowtie she'd found on her finger.

The little glasses with the fancy name were sitting in the sink with spoon
scrape marks still inside.  She stuffed the tie in her pocket, sat the bag on
the table and emptied it of the bathroom spray cans.

As she made a quick turn to throw the bag away, a stabbing pain in her
lower back forced her to give it special attention.  Rubbing the sore spot
to releave the ache, she told herself how foolish it was to table dance at
her age.

In her state of stoopness, she saw a runaway note laying on the floor.
Taking a deep breath, she easied her way down to pick it up.  The scribbled
handwriting could barely be made out.

            The EmJay Awards are being held early this year!
             Everyone in a rush to be ready in time for the
             campaigning.  B.

Catherine knew all too well the awards were coming up.  Nursing her back,
she inched her way up the stairs to take a hot bath before heading over to
the Sweatin' Pig Tavern.  She needed to borrow a dress and hoped one of
the girls would be there.