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| This is Episode Three of the Twistings of Time. Tune in regularly to find out whose life George Dewitt is ruining now, what Dr. Eugene Chan has in store at Peach Grove Corners University and what trouble Bobby Dangerous has brewing. Read it today, because everyone will be talking about it tomorrow (maybe not everyone). If you need to catch up and read a past episode click here. | |||||||||
| Meanwhile at the Town Hall | |||||||||
| Mrs. McSweeney greeted her husband with a cheery hello. "I
brought you some fried chicken and biscuits for your lunch dear.
Why don't you take a break?" The mayor of Peach Grove Corners smiled at his wife and closed the folder on his desk. He was a lucky man and he knew it. Forty Five years of marriage and she could still make his heart speed up just by showing him a little fried chicken. "Oh, you spoil me Mother." "Well, that's my job. I spoke to Willamena Spires today about the annual flower festival. She was giving me some song and dance about how the ballroom was already booked and she would have to see what she could do. The whole thing is very peculiar. I mean who would book the ballroom on the weekend of the flower festival?" "Yes, that is quite odd," said Bud McSweeney as a splash of gravy hit his tie. |
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| Meanwhile at Flower's Luncheonette | |||||||||
| "Ah forget it Flower," said Bobby Dangerously as
he picked a speck off of his sleeveless shirt, "I don't
want your cruddy coffee anyway. You mark my words Flower, someday
you'll be sorry you were so high falutin." Dan Flower decided it was best not to answer and breathed a sigh of relief as Bobby dangerously turned away from the counter and walked over to the table of Lila McSweeney and her friend. "Hey Lila," Bobby said as he brushed his greasy hair from his eyes,"The service in this joint is pretty lousy. What do you say you and I try to make other arrangements? Your little friend can come too" Lila's friend looked strickened, "Lila, no way we are going with him. My Dad would kill me." Lila never took her eyes off of Bobby Dangerous, "Oh live a little Beatrix. We don't have anything else to do." "Well then,"said Bobby Dangerous, "Let's go find some trouble." |
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| Meanwhile at Peach Grove Corners Hotel | |||||||||
| Willamena Spires is having an animated phone conversation as she stands behind the bar in the "Magenta Mambo" lounge. "Look, I'm not going to be able to hold off the Mayor's office. They always have the Tulip ball here at the hotel. It's the only ballroom in town for goodness sakes....Yes, I tried that and she didn't seem to buy it....I know it's essential, but you know how this town gets about that stupid flower festival...O.K.. I'll try. By the way, that greasy cop came nosing around here again. I swear he comes by here once a week, always asking the same questions. No, I don't think he has anything new..." Willamena stopped talking mid sentence and set the phone down. She was face to face with Peach Grove Corners finest, Craig Army. | |||||||||
| Meanwhile at Peach Grove Corner's Hospital | |||||||||
| Dr. Peter Dungle broke out in a cold sweat as the nurse left the room. His heart was thumping loudly in his broad chest. He loosened his tie as he slid the top drawer of his desk open. There was the Raggedy Ann doll he stowed there just moment ago when the nurse entered the room. Had she seen? She had seemed a little flustered. He couldn't be sure, they were all flustered around him. He knew they talked about him. All of these years in Peach Grover Corners and he had never so much as dated a soul. They all wanted to know why. But how could he tell them? How could he let go of this painful secret which was preventing him from ever loving another. How in the heck could he ever let go of that darn Raggedy Ann. He slammed the drawer shut and forced himself to push the past out of his mind. He had to perform a triple organ transplant at three and he couldn't afford to lose focus. | |||||||||
| Meanwhile in the office of George DeWitt | |||||||||
| Cara Todd stared at her reflection in the ladies room mirror. How could he have given that nitwit her job? Brent the Dimwit hadn't done anyone of the work on the new division. He had been dividing his days between squash games and making a fool of himself at country club brunches. Cara gave herself a little smile in the mirror. A man like George DeWitt has quite a few skeletons in his closet. "I'll head up the new division,"thought Cara,"or I'll have to go and have a conversation with Peach Grove Corners finest, Detective Craig Army." | |||||||||
| Meanwhile at the home of Florence Van Wildermeter | |||||||||
| "What you came for," she said, letting the bodice
of her robe loosen slightly. She leaned on the couch in an attempt
to make herself alluring. "Oh, Florence, there was a time when doing that made you look like the most desirable woman in the world. Now you just look drunk." In an instant she stepped towards him and slapped him hard across the face. "You old relic!", she screamed and she lifted her hand to hit him again. He caught her by the wrist this time and pulled her closer. "Listen Florence, as much fun as this is, I am on a schedule. I know what you've got hidden in this house. Did you think you could keep it a secret forever? Did you?" He realeased her wrists and she stumbled backwards onto a wing chair. The plastic slipcover gave off a loud protesting squeek as she landed hard. "Lars Fordham, I don't know what you're talking about. Get out or I'll call the police." "Oh, so you want to play it that way. Fine, I'm retired and I have all the time in the world to persuade you." With that he sauntered out of the front door and left her alone listening to the drip drip of her over turned old fashion. He couldn't possibly know, she told herself. How could he possibly know? |
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