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From: jyarnot@netcom.com (Jan Yarnot)
Subject: GH: Update Thursday August 3
Date: Fri, 4 Aug 1995 20:21:31 GMT

Well, I know I promised you guys lunch, but look on the bright side: this way
you don't have to watch KatyBelle eat.  In actuality, it was:

COUPLES DAY IN OLD PC.

LUCY & KEVIN: Kevin comes to Lucy's, where she's delighted to see him,
"thank you, thank you", kisses, fluttering.  He says "Lucy! I still recognize
you!" He asks if she saw Damian: commercial break, and she admits well, yes,
she did, over (gulp) dinner, but gee, Doc, we spent the whole time talking
about you.  He is, to put it mildly, not pleased.
        Lucy thinks it would be a great idea for Kevin to book a session
with Madame Maia.  Uh-uh, no way, not in this lifetime, but she talks him
around, and the doorbell rings.  Wow.  Either Maia is better than Kevin
thought, or Lucy has great faith in her own ability.  It's the latter.
        While Lucy is soothing Kevin, Maia has a little chat with Sigmund,
involving oranges again.  Sigmund is properly ruffled up, and again Lucy
doesn't notice, as she ships him off.  I repeat, what is the use of
having a pet duck if one doesn't listen to him?
        The session starts with hostility, which escalates noticeably
when Maia tells Kevin he must figure out "why you are so relentless in
taking on the blame for her death."  He glares at Lucy, who is
wide-eyed.  Maia describes Grace's death and Kevin suggests she move onto
something she couldn't find in old newspaper files.  Maia warns Kevin
that "enormous anger will show its face again.  I fear your battle has
only just begun."  He suggests she leave.  Lucy rushes in and a furious
Kevin tells her not to apologize for him.  As Maia leaves, she warns him
(Ominous Knell of Doom here) that he should be careful, that he "won't be
able to take decisions made in the near future, back."  [Ooooh.  Things
are heating up.  I begin to take a Damian-murder plot more seriously.]
        Kevin is still steaming.  He managed to control his anger just
fine, thank you.  Lucy assures him she never, never, NEVER told Maia
anything about Grace or Ryan.  He believes her, but in order to avoid
saying or doing anything he will regret, he leaves.

ROBIN & STONE:  [Mumble: I just wrote about the next two couples and it
crashed on me, and I can't find the temp file... Suffice it to say, it was
witty, it was brilliant, it was my best work ever.  Too bad you missed it.]
Robin comes into LUKE'S with sugar and stuff for Stone, she's read that
it will help if he takes it twice a day, and he gets annoyed because
she's hovering over him.  They start to squabble, and Luke, who is
sitting at the bar doing paperwork [guess his antique computer and
pirated spreadsheet aren't doing it for him], poses the question many
viewers have been asking: "Who died and made me sage of all Port
Charles?"  He tells Stone that he shouldn't take out his anger at the
disease on Robin.  He tells Robin that Stone doesn't need a mother now.
[Hmm.  Mom, a drunk, walked out on them.  Maia?  Naaaaah.]  Jason comes
in looking for help on tomorrow's AIDS walk.  Such organization!  Luke
will sponsor a team, and the three younguns head across the street to
order some cute t-shirts.  [Me, *I* still want a nurse's ball one!]
Later, Robin and Stone are talking.  Stone complains about mood swings.
He doesn't know who he's going to be any day.  [I can relate.  Try
menopause!  Though, TAN, in reality I'm less moody and weird than I was
30 years ago.]  Robin will not be going to Yale.  They argue about this,
but she is determined, and has already asked for delayed admission.  [Her
reasons are better than Karen's, but talk about recycled plots!  I
suppose in December Yale will suddenly find leftover scholarship money to
enable her to go.]  She hasn't told Mac, but she will.  And she does.  He
blames Stone, of course, but she convinces him that it's her own idea.

LUKE & LAURA: Luke and Lucky are sitting on the couch discussing the AIDS
walk when Laura comes in and Luke tips Lucky the wink to go call Sly,
somewhere ELSE.  Luke asks Laura "did you find a carpenter?" and she doesn't
immediately know what he's talking about.  Then she says she's not at
all sure there will be a next time.  Here is the perfect opportunity
to talk about the {near,almost,semi,spousal} rape, but instead they
cover the same ground.  "Laura, do you love me?" [HUH??]  Same old thing,
it's for the kids, what can I do to prove they're safe, etc.  Luke goes
up to see Lulu and does a neat monologue with her.  Lulu looks totally
confused, and who can blame her.  At one point, Luke says "nobody's dead
yet."  I missed some of this because I was yelling at the screen.  Idiot.
[Reminds me of our trip to Harvey Mudd College in April. Someone asked
about the LA smog, and the admissions lady remarked that people played
football at noon in LA and no one had died yet.  This did not strike me
as a blanket recommendation.  Our PSI has been way unhealthy this last
week, and I think if you can see it, you shouldn't be breathing it, but I
digress.]
        Lucky has been listening to this and after Luke leaves, he
confronts his mother.  She asks him how much longer he's going to punish
her?  Sniping, fighting, he yells at her.  [Now, I know he's an
adolescent and is behaving about as addled-essent as he can.  However,
Laura built this one in herself when they first came to town.  She let
Lucky eat under the table, and sneak his pet spider in past Bobbie when
B. had specifically asked him not to.  It should have been established a
lot sooner who the grownup was in this relationship.  He would still yell
at her, I've had teens, I know these things, but he would feel a whole
lot safer if she had been the one in charge.  Foster still isn't
neutered, is he?  I'm sorry, FGC Laura, if I'm stepping on your toes, but
her parenting skills are not quite as good as the writers are making them.]

MAC & KATHERINE:  Katherine got this apartment before she snagged Ned,
but at the time she was waiting for it to be decorated and staying at the
hotel, and I thought the apartment was leased to someone else.  Obviously
not, and a nice set it is, too.  Mac comes by, looking for hang gliders.
For those who haven't been paying attention, Mac and Katherine are
playing word-flirtation games.  He actually wants to know what she knows
about Sonny.  What she knows, really, is that he insulted her for having
no class while she was lording it over the poor folk as Lady Ashton.  So
she tells Mac "he's about the worst man I ever met."  She keeps the Damian-
Sonny connection secret.  For the moment.
        Mac talks about the Stockholm Syndrome, the connection hostages
feel to their captors.  If he were going to get these secrets, he would
take her off to this penthouse in some romantic spot, and he would use
handcuffs, alt.sex.bondage, and wonderful martinis, and she would be
bound to talk to James Bond, uh Mac Scorpio.  [Oh. My. God.  I don't even
like Mac much.  I can't imagine how he suddenly got so articulate.  I
don't like martinis, with or without three nice, plump, juicy, olives.
It's also 105 degrees outside.  USA Today, today, talked about how the
libido is nonexistent in this hot awful weather.  GH and this particular
dialog proved them wrong, wrong, wrong.  It was 105 degrees inside, too.
Good thing I had a husband coming home, is all I can say!]  When he talks
about, instead of withholding the martini, he might withhold affirmation,
KatyBelle gets sullen.  Mac says this is what Damian does, he knows she's
an approval junkie.  Is Katy thinking about that, or is she just annoyed
that Mac, once more, has put his finger on what makes her tick (double
entendre unintended)?  [Yes, the Damian-murder scenario looks more and
more likely, sorry Art Chick!]  Mac leaves.

Well, now, I've offended FGC Laura and the Art Chick, and probably 10-20
other people, it's been a good day's update!  See you next week!

--
Jan Yarnot, net.granny, RABbabe, Proud Mom to Stands-With-a-Book, the
        Booklist Boy, the IRS Guy, the Tycoon, and Sunbunny.
Nifty Fifty (growing older is mandatory, growing up is optional.)
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