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From: jyarnot@netcom.com (Jan Yarnot)
Subject: GH: Update Thursday March 16
Date: Thu, 16 Mar 1995 22:18:47 GMT

CHARLES STREET FOUNDATION
AJ & Keisha look over the premises. Keisha can hardly wait to get started:
"There's nothing I like better than mixing it up with a good software program."
Justus comes in and they talk. Mrs. Julia(?) Hollands comes in, saying what
they really need is a deli. Keisha explains the Charles Street Foundation to
her and she thinks maybe it would be a good deal for her son, who has dreams of
starting a repair shop. She leaves, Justus leaves, AJ goes for lunch and Keisha
does windows, and Jason comes by. He remarks that it's a little scary how much
he's enjoying this. He's used to business being "people I care about trying to
stab other people I care about in the back [Aw, those Quartermaines!] and I
hate it!" He and Keisha kiss while AJ watches through the window.

ROBIN THE DIAGNOSTICIAN
Felicia is worrying at Mac, Robin, Lucas and Bobbie. This is the first 1995
appearance of Lucas and he did fine. He and Robin go off to color. He draws a
family picture: "This is my other mommy. She didn't even say goodbye." Robin
thinks the picture needs to be pointed out to Bobbie as showing a very
disturbed unhappy child. Then she goes to the Gatehouse, where Stone is
attempting to better himself by dealing with the inventories of L&B but the
numbers keep dancing around. She tells him he's dyslexic.

NOT A FIT NIGHT OUT FOR MAN NOR BEAST
Lila is worried about Annabelle, and Edward is being nasty. "She'll come home
with her hundred and one dalmations right after the twilight bark... Cruella
deVille had the right idea." (Meanwhile, we see Annabelle has had the puppy,
looking a lot like Foster.) Lila is horrified. "If Annabelle goes, *I* go."
She's putting up 500 flyers and will give a hefty reward. Edward mutters (with
the Ominous Knell of Doom nearly drowning his voice out) "Those puppies will
come into this house over my dead body."

Foster appears while Edward is having a sandwich. Edward, while wishing his
food was laced with arsenic, gives it to Foster, who takes it to Annabelle.
Edward follows. "I should have spent more time on that damn exercise bike of
Jason's" (Yes, and I notice his stress-reduction lessons haven't taken,
either!) Huffing and puffing, with a dangerously red face, he remarks that "No
pregnant dog should be out on a night like this." Suddenly, Edward slips on the
ice and cracks his head. (And if that was John Ingle and not a stunt double, I
am truly impressed!) He can't get up. He seems to have broken something. Foster
growls and Edward blames him, and when he sees Annabelle he yells "There you
are, you hussy!" The snow falls....

COMINGS AND GOINGS AT THE BROWNSTONE
Once Robin and Lucas have gone upstairs (where are Maria and Maxie?) Kevin and
Lucy come in. Lucy really wants to be sympathetic: Bobbie breaks in but Lucy
continues to burble, and Bobbie grits her teeth and goes upstairs. Lucy keeps
going on and ON in that real Lucy foot-in-mouth way about how awful it must be
to have your baby off with a murderer, etc., till Kevin finally gets her away.
My station had a bit of tape trouble, maybe lost 30 seconds, and next I see
Lucy realizing the extent of her athlete's tongue. She's apologetic, and
Felicia is understanding (*I* sure wouldn't be, I *like* Lucy, but she really
was extra-annoying!) but Mac isn't. Kevin bundles her up to go to Deception.
He's not going with her in case Ryan calls. The mature part of Lucy recognizes
the justice of this, but the little-girl-lost part, which is most of her, only
sees that Kevin *and* Mac are staying with Filly, and she's devastated. (She
also is still feeling guilty about the loose tongue.) She announces over her
shoulder that she'll be going to Luke's.

Meanwhile, upstairs Bobbie is talking to Lucas. Later she talks to Tony, who
hadn't realized how Tiffany leaving so suddenly, as well as the family
problems, were hurting Lucas. They go out to dinner.

The doorbell rings. It's Garcia, reporting no news, no leads, nothing.

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Jan Yarnot, net.granny, RABbabe | How can I believe there's a butterfly
jyarnot@netcom.com              | inside you or me when all I see is a
Proud owner: Animaniacs jacket! | fuzzy worm?  --Trina Paulus
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