-The Tudors
Season II, Episode 7
July 31, 1985
Wednesday
Today is Hank’s last day. He is moving on to become an ASR (Account Service Representative). It’s lucky for him (or maybe not-so-lucky for him).
Ryan asked, “Hey Mike, did you ever find that roommate you were looking for?”
“No, not yet,” I answered, wondering if he was interested---or if his inquiry concerned a friend of his.
Ryan replied, “I’ll let you know.”
And so, I guess I’ll find out why he asked soon enough.
Work was busy and kind of stressful. It’s only stressful because I had a few argumentative customers.
During lunch Dale and I went to MACY’s where I showed him the Entertainment unit that I had purchased.
“That’s really nice, Michael!”
I think he was impressed.
I drove home and was able to lie down for a bit when Lorraine called.
“Your shirt has not been found yet,” Lorraine announced.
Her statement only compounded my current depression.
I left for the gym. Lorraine gave me a lock to use. The good news is that my two shirts were still in the same locker that I used the other day. All I could think was “Those people check like they clean their asses!” Unbelievable, the shirts were still in the locker where I left them.
After my workout I shared the good news with Lorraine, when she took the opportunity to be courageous once again.
“So, what are you doing the rest of the night?”
I gulped, “Uh…I’ll probably just lounge and watch something on my VCR.”
It seemed obvious to me that she wanted an invitation. So I had to do it.
“Would you like to come over?”
“Sure,” she said.
The funny part is that I kind of purposely lost her while she was following me in her car. It didn’t matter because she telephoned me when I arrived home and I gave her precise directions. The plan was for us to watch the Steve McQueen, Dustin Hoffman film “PAPILLON”.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f526tn-pNMY
Greg Manachevitz telephoned.
“Hey Mike! Want to get together to party tonight?”
“I don’t think it’s a good time for me tonight.”
“Ah, well I’ll call you tomorrow about getting together around seven-thirty.”
“Well, Mike and I may go biking around that time—but we’ll see.”
It was just then that Lorraine arrived. She looked through my SPEIGEL catalog and then we proceeded to watch “PAPILLON”.
Suddenly, Dale telephoned.
Dale asked, “What are you doing?”
It was so eerie. I felt guilty and it was like I was being caught in the act.
“Oh, just watching a movie,” I replied.
“Where is Rachelle? She hasn’t been home and I’ve been trying to call her.”
“I don’t know but I have to go.”
“I understand—you must have company.”
How in the heck did he know?
An hour or so later Rachelle called me.
“My mom is gone now, so I can come over.”
I said, “Okay.” I knew this was a big gamble to say that word with Lorraine there but I was calling her bluff. I just knew that a contemplated Rachelle and Dale game was going on.
When Rachelle said, “My mom might return at one in the morning but it should be okay. I’m going to shower first and call you before I leave.”
“Okay,” I said, thinking it all seemed rather fishy.
Rachelle calls back with Dale on the other line. It was clear that Dale put these thoughts into Rachelle’s mind, allowing her to believe that something was going on. Rachelle was distressed to say the least.
Dale asked point blank, “Michael, why are you letting Rachelle come over? Isn’t Lorraine still there?”
I was shocked. How did he know this! What a meddler! I’ve had it with him (and her for that matter). I couldn’t even say what I wanted to say at that point since Lorraine was right there in the family room and could easily eavesdrop. I finally got off of the phone and gave Lorraine a ‘brush off’ of the conversation.
Rachelle called back again with a major question.
“So, are we broken up?”
“No, but I’m having second thoughts about us. And as for Dale…I intend to terminate our friendship as of tomorrow!”
Lorraine left soon after Rachelle’s third phone call of the night.
I telephoned Rachelle one more time before bedtime. I noticed she wouldn’t say she loved me before we hung-up our respective phone lines.
“I just want you to know that I want my chess set and that box that my brother made for me.”
She sighed and was clearly flustered.
As the painter looked at the gracious and comely form he had so skillfully mirrored in his ART, a smile of pleasure passed across his face, and all seemed to linger there.
-Oscar Wilde
"The Picture of Dorian Gray"
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