Jeff isn't dead. Jill told Gloria today he was
because that's how spiteful she is. Not that you can
blame her, Jill told ditzy maid Ether Valentine to
butt out of business that doesn't concern her when she
asked, "Don't you have a floor to scrub?"
Of course Ether has floors to scrub. She's a
freaking lowly maid! Of course Gloria should be told
Jeff is dead because she's been given a million
chances to redeem herself and failing each time begs
for another. If there's a god, Gloria will follow
through on her threat to turn herself into the cops
before Lauren gives her a job at the Little Shop of
Horrors.
Another court trial is just what we need. Like the
one today at Jabot Cosmetics. It was actually a
pre-trial hearing, but can you believe that a real
judge hearing the Newman Enterprise/Jabot case would
go to Jabot to preside over it? Okay, you can, and
like most cases, no sooner had the parties involved
said they were present but what the judge called a
recess! It's not certain where the judge went to
ponder the exhibits, but wouldn't it be something if
she went to David Chow's office for some gambling
tips?
Returning to the makeshift court room, the judge
told the parties not to waste her time with such
nonsense. Remarking that she'd throw the case out of
her "courtroom", the judge ordered a settlement and
attorney Heather Stevens to draw up a summary
judgment on Jabot's behalf.
Having said earlier that she needed to be present at
the hearing because it demanded her "personal
attention", Nikki didn't know what a summary
judgment is, although Heather assured her it had to
be a good thing for Jabot. But as Victor snarled
later, it ain't over until the old cow moos. And
again Victor ripped Adam for getting them into this
mess and for being so cocky once Victor had to shell
out thousands for a lousy lawyer who was quick to
capitulate.
Now it came to pass that Nikki also hired Paul
Williams to conduct a corporate background check on
a cruise ship line Nikki wants to do business with.
The love boat will feature Jabot products in its
gift shop. Oh lord, just when you think it can't get
dumber. When Brad Carlton said today that Paul is
"very good at what he does", when has Paul ever
performed a corporate background check for any
company?
And how is it that Paul can lurk at the Athletic
Supporter Gym without being seen? Why would Paul
overhear Walter Palin and David talking, and when
David left, go over to ask Walter if he's a member
of the club? What the hell business is it of his? No
wonder Walter picked up on the bad vibes. If some
dude approached you in the gym, if he said that he's
a "regular" and that if you ever need anything to be
sure and ask him, wouldn't you think it a bit queer?
Since Walter knew better than to advance that
conversation may explain why he didn't ask Paul,
"You live here or something? If I need someone to
towel me off after a shower will you be waiting in
the toilet for my call? Damn, you are once creepy
dude. I'd report you to management except I know
nobody manages this place if fags like you can hit
on guys like me."
A pitiful event to report, Jack Abbott took young
Noah Newman shopping today for Summer Camp supplies.
Camp must have changed since I was kid, because we
weren't allowed to bring our own sporting equipment
like the baseball bat Jack bought Noah. We didn't
get to wear fancy sunglasses either, and the last
thing we needed at camp was - a compass!
Oh yes! In addition to sugarless gum and comic
books, Jack gave Noah a compass. We know Noah has a
bad habit of getting lost, it's not often that he
can find his way home, but how big could the camp be
that Noah would need a compass? Isn't that what camp
counselors are for should the little tykes go
hiking? Let's see. If the compass always points
north, which way is south if Noah is standing due
east?
Pathetic as that scene was, it couldn't top Jack's
sugarcoated line that spending time with Noah at the
Jitter Joint made him feel like there's nothing step
about his role as Noah's step-father. Jack feels
like Noah is his own flesh blood and blood, blah,
blah. Now if only he'd feel that way about Kyle
Abbott.
