Heart & Soul

Episode 22

The Way The Cookie Crumbles

By Allan Craig

 

The Sterling Mansion: Study

 

John sat there, flabbergasted. He felt the colour drain from his face, and his heart sink to his stomach; a lifetime’s work-gone in one fell swoop.

 

"No need to look so glum Uncle John, at least you’re not living on a street corner drinking wine from a brown paper bag with the hobos," Kendall started tapping a pen on the desk.

 

"I would have expected something like this from your mother, but you…you’re not one to take someone’s life work from them," John sighed, "You’re no thief Kendall."

 

"I’m taking what’s rightfully mine. You should have known better than to sign everything over to her. It’s not my fault you were a total retard. You’ve gotta, like, learn to deal with the consequences of your actions Uncle John," Kendall got up from her seat and smoothed her dress down, "so deal."

 

She walked out of the room. John buried his head in his hands in disbelief. A few seconds later, there was a gentle tap on the door. John turned to see Diane standing in the doorway.

 

"So do you care to tell me where you’ve been for the last three months?" Diane walked into the room and sat down where Kendall had been sitting.

 

"Not now Diane, I’m not in the mood," John went to get up and walk out of the room.

 

"Do I look like I care? You owe me some answers John Sterling," Diane got up again and blocked John’s path, closing the door, "and I want them now."

 

The Abbot House: Kitchen

 

"Well I better be going now," Madison finished off her drink, "time is money and all that jazz. I’ll call you once I’ve set it up, then all you have to do is get Matt there, and the rest, well the rest is like taking candy from a baby." Madison picked up her briefcase.

 

"Seeya later," Wesley walked Madison to the door.

 

The Sterling Mansion: Conservatory

 

"Didn’t think I’d be seeing you here today," Greg handed Joseph a drink.

 

" I nearly missed it," Joseph fiddled with his cufflink "but at the end of the day Jackie was my sister, no matter how much of a bitch she could be."

 

"So how’s Aunt Margo, and JJ and Taylor?"

 

"You don’t wanna know Greg," Joseph took a swig of the whisky.


"Things aren't going all that good for you then?"


"I’m not with her just now. I left her, she was just too…too controlling. Couldn’t even go for a drink with friends or anything, she got jealous when she saw me talking to my secretary for god’s sake."

 

"So you’ll be staying in Oakridge for a while then?"

 

"We’ll see how it goes," Joseph looked around the room, he could see everyone whispering about Kendall, "Excuse me while I go and rescue my darling little niece."

 

Joseph got up and walked over to Kendall, putting his arm around her and whisking her out to the patio.


"Thought you could use a break from the snake pit," Joseph joked, sitting down on the bench, "No Leo today?"

 

"He didn’t want to come, like I can blame him though, I mean it’s like you’re on show here, everyone’s expecting me to be in a puddle of tears, bubbling away…that’s not my style Uncle Joe."

 

"I know sweetheart, you want a drink? I think we can make an exception on this occasion," Joseph chuckled. Kendall laughed back.

 

"Nah you’re okay, I think I’m just gonna go for a bath and get an early night, I just wish everyone would leave already," Kendall rolled her eyes, "it’s like buy your own freekin’ booze, I mean lets not kid ourselves, that’s the only reason why they’re all here."

 

"A bit ironic, isn't it, champagne at a funeral?"

 

Kendall snorted, "My mom will never darken anyone’s doorway again. If that’s not a reason to celebrate I don’t know what is."

 

The Sterling Mansion: Study

 

"So where have you been?" Diane asked, a serious expression planted firmly on her perfectly made up face.

 

"Around. New York, Paris, wherever I wanted to," John rolled his eyes, he didn’t think he’d have to explain himself to anyone, especially not Diane. It was like being a kid at school again.

 

"And no thought for me, no thought for the kids? You could have been dead for all we knew."

 

"Well I'm not. And like you cared Diane. The only reason you were worried is that you could lose all of this," John reminded his wife.

 

"Damn right I was worried. You’ve made me suffer John Sterling, you have made this whole family suffer. Think, Megan comes back after all these years and you’re not here to welcome her," Diane slammed her hand against the desk, "What does that say to her?"

 

"To be honest Diane, I don’t care anymore. You used me all these years. Not one minute longer. I want a divorce Diane, I’m starting all over again, and I don’t want a leech like you there to drag me down. I’ll call Wesley Abbot and get him to make all of the necessary arrangements, but by the end of this year I want to be a single man, and you can go…well…you can go wherever you want, just a long as it’s out of my life."

 

"You don’t mean that," Diane got up from her seat, "I’ll talk to you in the morning, you’re obviously in no mood to talk tonight."

 

The Abbot House: Ashley’s Room

 

Ashley sat in front of the mirror, her light brown roots were starting to grow in, she made a mental note to top up the platinum blonde when she had the time. She noticed the red light flickering on her hair straighteners, and picked them up, brushing a small section out and running the hot ceramic plates all the way down, ironing out the kink from where she had tied her hair back. She proceeded to do this with all of her hair, struggling to reach the back. Alex appeared in the doorway.

 

"Need a hand?" she asked, entering the room.

 

"That’d be great mom," Ashley smiled, handing her mother the slim black device as well as a brush. Alex started straightening the back of Ashley’s long blonde locks while Ashley looked at her mother through the mirror; Alex had darker hair, a deep brown with just a hint of copper in it. Alex’s eyes were darker than Ashley’s, too. Ashley’s sparkling blues and Alex’s chocolate browns were totally different.

 

"You know how bad this is for your hair, right?" Alex pointed out.

 

"Big deal mom, I’ll condition it, I do it three times a week, just like it says on the box."

 

The telephone rang.

 

"That’ll be Nick!" Ashley reached over for the phone.

 

"I’ll leave you two alone," Alex  put down the straighteners and left the room.

 

"Hello?" Ashley lifted the phone to her mouth, "Nick…hi!…good thanks, you?…that’s good, so you’ve made some friends then?…more than friends?…of course, I didn’t expect for you to wait around for me," Ashley faked a chirpy voice, "totally…it’s fine Nick, honest…and who knows? If we’re meant to be together then we will be, someday…yeh…listen, Nick, I better go, I’ve got a whole essay to do for tomorrow…I’ll call you sometime…bye." Ashley hung up the phone, bursting into a fit of tears as she threw herself on top of her bed. Alex knocked gently on the door.

 

"Are you okay?" Alex slipped into the room.

 

"He dumped me," Ashley sat up, wiping her tears.

 

"Oh honey, I’m so sorry," Alex rushed over, hugging her daughter, "The guy doesn’t know what he’s missing."

 

"No mom, it’s cool, honest," Ashley sniffed, wiping the last of her tears away, "You’re right, he doesn’t know what he’s missing, and when I’m through, it’ll be Nick who?"

 

"Do you wanna talk it over?"

 

"I’ll be fine, I think I just need some time alone."

 

Alex nodded, getting up and exiting the room, closing the door behind her.

 

Britney Spears – Lonely starts to play

 

"I’m not gonna let Nick Fitch turn me into a mess, no way!" Ashley thought to herself, walking over to her wardrobe and pulling out clothes after clothes.

 

She held out things in front of her, throwing most of the items on the floor.

 

#I think of all the time that I wasted, I think of all the times that I took you back, ain’t no way I’ll be lonely, I ain’t gonna let you back in. #

 

Music Stops

 

The Next Day:

Jazz & Co

 

Madison walked over to the dark corner of the bar with a glass of red wine in each hand. She elegantly lowered herself into the black leather armchair and handed one of the glasses to her male companion, Wesley.

 

"So the Old Malt Warehouse on Waterside Road, it’s all set up; just plant this baby in Matt’s jacket and voila, he gets five years, minimum," Madison opened her sleek Italian leather purse and pulled out a crumpled brown paper bag, which she handed to Wesley, "leaving you time to make your move on Alex."

 

"You’re a god send Madison, do you know that? But I want to know, what is it that makes you want to help me so much, I mean, I know I can trust you, but why do you wanna get involved in all of this?"

 

"Because, one good turn deserves another, and you’ll owe me one," Madison took a sip of her wine, "and who knows, maybe this could be the start of a beautiful partnership."

 

"Maybe," Wesley took a sip of his wine, but nearly choked when he saw Alex walk in holding Matt’s hand. Alex and Wesley’s eyes met, and for a brief moment it was as if they were the only ones in the bar. She smiled, awkwardly, and Wesley raised his eyebrows, a shy smile appearing on his face. Alex and Matt walked over and sat down at the table.

 

"Wesley," Matt nodded his head.

 

"Matt," Wesley responded, "How rude of me, Madison Chase meet Alexandra Abbot and Matt Newman. Alex is my wife, soon to be ex wife although the split was totally amicable, Matt is her partner. Madison is a colleague of mine."

 

"Good to meet you," Alex put forward a hand and Madison shook it, smiling innocently. Matt shook Madison’s hand.

 

"Well look at the time," Madison took another sip of her wine without looking at her watch, "I really better be going, I’ve got an appointment for a manicure. Wesley I’ll give you a call in regards to the case sometime tonight. It was a pleasure to meet the pair of you, we really must do lunch at some point."

 

The Sterling Mansion: Guest House

 

Carrie sat in the mirror, looking at the woman staring back at her. Just when she had gotten rid of Diane, just when it was okay to get on with her life, start a family with Greg, but no, Diane just couldn’t keep away. If she didn’t know any better, she’d have thought Diane killed Jackie…no, Diane was in London when it happened…it was suicide, the verdict was suicide.

 

The Bungalow

 

The restaurant was buzzing with the countless conversations of diners in the intimate restaurant. The tinkling of piano music mixed with the occasional outburst of kitchen noise as a waiter brought out somebody’s food. Josh, Jessica and Patrick sat around a table looking over their menus.

 

"I don’t have a clue what I want," Patrick said, his eyes going up and down the list of dishes.

 

"I do," Josh smiled, running his hand up Jessica’s thigh. Jessica coughed. Patrick looked at Josh, waiting for the end of his sentence, "oh…the chicken Kiev."

 

"Might give that a try myself," Patrick looked at Jessica, trying hard but failing to keep the smile off of her face, "What about you honey?"

 

"I think I want the oysters," Jessica rested her hand on Josh’s groin.

 

Pamela walked over to the table and greeted her regulars.

 

"Josh, Jessica, good to see you. Tell me, how are things at the Sterlings?" Pamela glanced at the under-table activity Josh and Jessica were participating in and looked away quickly, laughing inside.

 

"I think they’re taking it pretty well to be honest," Jessica tossed her hair back, "Daddy, you remember Pamela Lockwood don’t you?"

 

"I don’t think so, but then again this place wasn’t here when your mother and I left town," Patrick looked up, "Patrick Monroe, good to meet you."

 

"The pleasure’s all mine," Pamela smiled.

 

The Sterling Mansion: Conservatory

 

John sat reading the obituaries in the Oakridge Observer.

"Jacqueline Charlotte Sterling…rest in fucking peace!" he slammed the paper down on the table.

 

"Oh you you’re up then?" Diane appeared in the doorway, "Am I getting an answer to where you’ve been?"

 

John rolled his eyes, "I’m not a five year old Diane, I don’t need to explain myself to you."

 

"I have been worried sick about you John!"

 

"Don’t take me for a fool Diane, I know you better than anyone else. How did you get in here anyway? You don’t live here anymore, remember?"

 

"I’m here to visit Greg, but not before we sort this out. You’re my husband, John. I love you," Diane rested her hand on John’s shoulder.

 

"You love my money, which by the way I have none of since Jackie conned it out of me."

 

"Ouch. Don’t you just hate it when someone takes everything away from you?"


"Quit it Di. I left you for a reason and if you think there’s a chance in hell we can get back together then you’ve got another thing coming," John got up from his seat and walked over to the window, staring out on the yard that stretched before him. It was his once, and he was determined it would be again.

 

"Look John, I want to help you. We’ve given a huge chunk of our lives to each other, and I want to help you get all of this back. You’re entitled to it! And even if you don’t want to be with me, it’s fine. Just don’t shut me out, John."

 

"What’s in it for you?"

 

"Knowing that my grandchild will have a stable future when it comes into the world, or did Carrie being pregnant escape you?"

 

"And what exactly do you have in mind?" John raised an eyebrow, unsure of his wife’s motives, but knowing that he needed any form of help he could get.

 

"Trick Kendall. That’s all we need to do. Slip her something in a pile of forms she can sign. She’ll give up reading them after a while, and sign it, and then everything is back to being yours and she can go back to wherever she came from."

 

"Kendall’s a smart girl, Diane. She wouldn’t fall for anything like that,"

 

"Well it was only an idea. Look I’m going to visit Greg. If you think of anything, let me know," Diane walked out of the conservatory and across the path towards the guesthouse, a smirk appearing on her face.

 

"Gotcha!"

 

TO BE CONTINUED…

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