Date: Fri, 10 Jul 1998 15:43:24 GMT From: Robyn Harris Organization: Wesleyan College Subject: Re: [WRITERS] INT:GP (Goldman Pictures Part Two): The Abbey J. Hall,jhall@LEMOORENET.COM,Internet writes: > Dear Jeff: > Dublin is beautiful. Lexie sends her love. Will write soon. Don't be >mad. > LH Lareine rolled over on the soft down bed, still caught in the haze betwe en awake and asleep. A beam of sunlight fought it's way through the curtains and landed on her cheek. She opened her eyes and sat up. The room was light from diffused sunlight and small beams the seeped in the cracks of the curtains. she checked her clock, it was only 8 in the morning, but she could smell the heady aroma of Lexie's cooking wafting in from the kitchen. She grabbed her rode and wrapped it around her as she padded through the cottage. "Good morning, Lex. Smell's great as usual. Good morning Sean," Lexie smiled at the older man who sat at the table. He owned this cottage that was far enough from Dublin to seem isolated in the country but close enough that a bike ride could take you into town. He smiled back at her, his eyes twinkling. "How was your sleep?" "Wonderful, thank you," Lareine walked to the window in the kitchen and looked out. She felt that she might be dreaming all of this. Never had she seen such a shade of green as on those hills where the morning mist was rolling out slowly. This place was beautiful, a picture out of a gold-leafed fairy tale book. "Quit wool-gathering and sit down," Lex said from behind her. She turne d and sat at the table. It had taken them a week to make it to Ireland. They had, of course, st opped in New York to buy a few essential wardrobe items; but the vast majority of the time had been spent avoiding placing flight plans and making connections with friends of Lexie's. And now, two weeks after arriving, she had settled into a predictable ro utine her in this cottage with Lex and Sean, who obviously loved Lex. After breakfast she knew she would drive the old pickup into town to go to her new job at the Abbey theatre. After working until 5, she would drive back home to find Lex and Sean smiling and glowing and feeding the birds. She would go to bed at 10 after reading a book and wake up again at 8-ish the next morning. It was an excruciatingly boring routine. The monotony broken only by th e occasional stomach virus. Or the thought of sending another telegram. "Penny for your thoughts," Sean addressed her. "Oh, I was just thinking about L.A. Life was always unpredictable." "You were always unpredictable," Lex smiled. "This will be good for you for a month or so. Besides, you have theatre here, and that's a lot more respectable than your Hollywood lifestyle." Lareine laughed. The cover story for nosey neighbors had been that Lexi e was an estranged lover of Sean and Reine was their daughter. Sometimes, Lexie almost seemed matronly. She was sure different now than she had been when they first met. She seemed ready to settle down now that the shadow of Tony DeLauro was no longer cast upon her life. "Oh, Lex. I know, I just feel stir crazy." "Why don't you go into town and shop some before work," Sean suggested. "Maybe that will help. Breakfast was delicious, Lex." Reine stood up a nd put her plate and glass into the sink. She padded back to her bedroom and changed into a green dress. It complimented her new hair color. As she slipped on her shoes, she carefully looked at herself in the mirr or. She couldn't stay here for much longer, as beautiful and magical as this place was. And, she would soon have to part with Lexie for a while. The shopping trip had been fruitless and the day had been boring. Lexie and Sean were out on a picnic or something that lovers do. Reine sat by the telephone, debating on what to do. Finally it hit her. She picked up the phone and called for a cab. Lex and Sean wouldn't be back until well after dark. She would have a great head start. She wrote a quick note and left a large amount of the money, for Lex's safekeeping. She promised, in the note, to return. When the cab came, she had her one suitcase ready to go and she began the next leg of her journey. to be continued.... Robyn Alyson the difference between fantasy and reality is all in the perception...