Date: Mon, 15 Jun 1998 15:43:29 GMT From: Robyn Harris Organization: Wesleyan College Subject: [WRITERS] INT:GP (aka Goldman Pictures): What have the pictures to do with this? J. Hall,jhall@lemoorenet.com,Internet writes: > An hour later the big gull winged Bellanca was roaring over the border, >following the Colorado down to the sea. Reinie started counting the money >before I'd seen the first fishing boat. I leaned over and asked her if I >could see Tony's marker again. > "Umm," she grinned, fanning a sheaf of hundred dollar bills like Hemingw ay >on the veranda of Loco Joe's, "why don't you get it yourself?" > So I did. > Lexie turned, saw us and turned back. > "Honeymooners," she spat, and banked the plane hard over with a snort. They tossed to the side and Jeff gave Lexie a wry look. "Turbulence," she smiled back at them. "Honey, do me a favor and come up here a second." Jeff looked at Lareine who shrugged and pushed him forward. He climbed into the co-pilot's seat and looked at Lexie. "What?" "Put on the headset." He did. He heard Lexie's voice right inside his ear, whispering, "Hon, I know you, I know your girls. I consider myself old fashioned, I know. But I also know you are not in any way shape or form, married to that girl back there." "Of course I am. We did it in Vegas." "You are a liar. And unless you want me to dive this little plane into the ocean, you better tell me the truth." Just to give him a basis of her threat, she pressed the wheel and the planes nose headed toward the ground. She pulled level and shot him a sideways glance. "It's to hard to explain." "Try it." So Jeff began, leaving out the various bedroom scenes, to summarize his relationship with Lareine. He looked back at her once to check on her and saw that she had created a pillow of the cash and was now sleeping on it. He shook his head and continued. "So, that's pretty much it. Now are you still going to get us to Acapulco?" "Tony DeLauro. There's a name I haven't heard in a long time." Jeff looked at her, sitting in her pilot's seat. Her eyes seemed focused on the past. "You know him?" "Knew him. Maybe you don't remember, but I was young once. I had a whole life before I met you and your no-good friend Phil." "We have time, why don't you fill me in?" She began. Alexa Simpson was a pretty girl, with stars in her eyes. And Chicago was no place for such a girl. She got a job, working as a cigarette girl in a club. The year was '21 and so was she. She sold her cigarettes to men of all reputations. And that was where she met the man who would change her life. Karl Tallner. He was a local band leader. He was tall, attractive, with a killer smile. And he promised to take her away from everything. They met in the Club 21, in the back room, an area off limits to anyone Even remotely respectable. She had managed to bribe her way in, knowing how much she could make in the back room. And there he stood, laughing, a glass of champagne in his hand. She fell in love. "Interesting story, Lexie, but I know this. You told me before--" "Shut up and listen, boy. It's part of the story, ok?" Jeff pouted. "Of course." "And don't act like a petulant child. I was just getting to the good part." "Fine." Karl Tallner made eye contact and it was like a magnet. Alexa came close, sold him a pack of cigarettes and eventually, through many a batted eyelash, wrangled a dance out of him. One dance turned into five, and by the end of the night, they had decided to get married. Karl Tallner's best man was a young upstart with an eye on the import business. A young man named Anthony DeLauro. "How come I don't remember this part before?" Jeff studied Lexie. He had heard the stories of her lasting loving marriage with Karl Tallner; a marriage cut too short by a bad heart. But never could he remember anything about Tony DeLauro. To be continued... ************************************************** Robyn Alyson tHe OnLy DiFfErEnCe BeTwEeN FaNtAsY aNd ReAlItY iS pErCePtIoN