- Steele in the
- Part 4
- Debra Talley &
(This story is part of the Brendan
- Once they were safely outside on
the porch, Remington looked at Laura. "I assume you wanted us to
be alone?" he asked.
- "Shut up and kiss me," Laura
said, pressing herself against him.
- "Laura, far be it for me to
complain about kissing you, but that porch light is awfully
bright. Don't you think we can find someplace just a tad darker
- She nodded in agreement. "Okay,
where? The car? The garage? The backyard?"
- "Umm...The backyard..." Remington
mumbled against her lips. "Don't the kids have a tree house back
- "They had a tree house, but
Frances made Donald take it down," Laura explained. "Said it was
"Well, I'm sure we can find a nice
secluded spot back there someplace," Remington assured her,
emphasizing his point with a quick kiss.
They raced to the backyard, barely
making it to a clump of bushes near the fence.
- "Oh, Mr. Steele," Laura
- "My sentiments exactly, Miss
Holt," Remington sighed in return.
- The clump of bushes quaked and
- As Laura removed Remington's
jacket, she came upon the flea collar in his pocket. "What's
this?" she asked, puzzled. "Whatever it is, it's pretty."
- "It's Max's new flea collar.
Don't you remember? Donald wanted to put it on the dog, but he
flew the coop."
- "Donald flew the coop?"
- "The *dog * flew the coop!
Really, Laura," Remington chastised. "Donald is the Duke of
Devotion! He's too devoted to Frances and the children to even
*consider* flying the coop!"
- "Regardless of who flew what
coop, we don't need this," Laura said as she started to toss the
collar aside. "Now shut up and kiss me!"
- "Just a minute, love," Remington
said as he took the collar in his hand, turning it slowly as he
studied it. "It really is quite lovely. Something about it reminds
me of Doolittle, though obviously this one isn't worth a small
- "Well, maybe Donald can't afford
a diamond encrusted collar, but the kids love Max just as much as
Kevin Masters ever loved Doolittle," Laura told him.
- "Love him that much, do they?"
Remington asked, gazing at Laura. "In that case, we better take
very good care of this until we can return it."
- "Mr. Steele. Just *what* are you
doing?" Laura asked as Remington tried to fasten it around her
- "Just trying to shake things up a
bit," Remington explained.
- The next thing Laura knew, she
was wearing the flea collar.
- "Mr. Steele," she protested. "I'm
not so sure this is the way to go about 'shaking things
- "Call it a whim, Laura. A
momentary aberration... Something unique for a change."
- "But Mr. Steele," she said as she
ran a finger down his chest, "I believe we've already mastered the
corner on uniqueness."
- "Umm...yes, I do believe we have,
Miss Holt. Now shall we master it again?"
- "Oh, yes, Mr. Steele," Laura
- Once again the bushes
- As Laura and Remington were
walking back to the house with their arms around each other, Laura
tugged off the flea collar. Looking at it carefully, she suddenly
had a nagging thought.
- "Didn't Danny say Max got into
some poison ivy in the backyard?" she asked.
- "Yes, I believe so. Somewhere
over by the fence," Remington absently replied.
- "Do you suppose...?" Laura asked,
- "Oh, no," he assured her. "It was
probably clear over on the other side of the fence. Chances are we
were no where near it."
- "Would you even know poison ivy
if you saw it, Mr. Steele?" Laura asked pointedly.
- "Would you?" Remington
- "I was a Girl Scout.
- "Yes, I remember; but I also know
you're a city girl. You were drummed out of the Girl Scouts
because you couldn't make it through an over nighter. In other
words, Miss Holt, you probably wouldn't know poison ivy from
- "I would, too, know cannabis,"
Laura hotly contested.
- As they entered the house through
the back door, Laura tossed the flea collar onto the counter.
"Next time you give me something to wear around my neck, buster,
the jewels had better be real."
- "I'll keep that in mind, Miss
Holt," Remington promised, drawing her close and putting his arms
around her. "But you must admit, we'll never look at a flea collar
again in quite the same way."
- "That may be," Laura agreed as
she straightened his collar and brushed stray bits of grass from
his hair. "But it's a bit disconcerting to know a flea collar will
bring back fond memories of an intimate moment between us."
- Remington only chuckled. "Come
on," he said, breaking their embrace. "We better go check on the
kids and relieve Mildred."
- Laura sighed. "Yes, I suppose
we'll have to face her sooner or later."
- "You're a fiend for saddling poor
Mildred like that with the kids," he pointed out as they walked
towards the swinging doors. "You didn't even give her a chance to
- "Well, that's exactly what
Frances did to us," Laura said defensively
- "And you didn't like it, did
you?" he reminded her.
- "Whose side are you on, anyway?"
she asked hotly. "And speaking of Frances, shouldn't she and
Donald be back by now?"
- Remington shrugged. "I don't
know. I wouldn't count on it, though, considering the condition
they left in. And if they're feeling even half as amorous as we've
been feeling for the last two days, it could be hours yet... days,
even... maybe weeks."
- Inching closer to Laura's lips
until he met them with his own, Remington reminded her once again
exactly how "amorous" they themselves had been feeling
- "Hmm...They may never be back,
Mr. Steele," Laura conceded.
- After one more kiss, they walked
through the swinging door and set off to find Mildred. The sound
of the TV led them to the den, where they discovered her watching
a nature show with Danny and Mindy.
- "Where's Laurie Beth?" Laura
- "She and that neighbor kid went
to her room to play," Mildred answered.
- Laura nodded and was about to sit
down when Remington said, "Don't you think we should go check on
- Laura didn't seem overly
concerned. "Why? We know they're in her room. What trouble could
two little kids possibly get themselves into?" Noticing his
disbelieving expression, she added reassuringly, "They're just
kids, Mr. Steele."
- "Be that as it may, I think I'll
look in on them," Remington explained. "*Some* of us take our
parental responsibilities seriously."
- To Laura's surprise, he was back
in the den almost immediately.
- "Ah, Miss Holt, remember what you
just said about two little kids being alone in a bedroom? Perhaps
you'd like to have a look."
- "Mr. Steele, really," Laura said
as she reluctantly followed him down the hallway. "I think you're
making a mountain out of ..."
- Putting his finger over her lips,
he motioned for her to be quiet as he carefully opened Laurie
Beth's door. They both peeked around the corner for a better
- "What's going on?" Mildred
whispered as she and the other kids joined them.
- Remington and Laura quickly
motioned for everyone to be quiet. If Laurie Beth and Tommy had
glanced up, they would have seen 5 faces peering around the edge
of the doorway. There was small chance of that, however, as they
were totally involved with their own actions. Sitting on the edge
of the bed swinging their legs in unison, Laurie Beth and Tommy
were holding hands. Danny snickered as Tommy suddenly leaned over
and gave Laurie Beth a wet, sloppy kiss. Luckily, the sound of
Laurie Beth's giggle covered up the sound of her brother's
snicker. Tommy then pulled a stick of gum from his pocket, broke
it in half and gave half of it to Laurie Beth. There they sat,
perfectly content to pass their time together swinging their legs,
sharing a stick of gum and holding hands.
Laura looked at Remington. "What is
the big deal, Mr. Steele? Like I said, they're just kids."
"That may be, Miss Holt," Remington
explained, "but he did kiss her. And I'll wager it was more romantic
than your first kiss with Marty Klopman."
- Tommy stole another kiss before
Laura could reply. That was when Mildred took charge and hustled
into the room.
- "Alright, you two. Break it up,"
she demanded. "I'm declaring that play time is officially over.
Tommy, think I hear your mother calling you."
- "She's not home," the 8 year old
explained. "She's at a seminar."
- "A seminar? What kind of mother
runs off to a seminar and leaves her kids home alone at this
hour?" Mildred questioned. "I suppose it's all about growing your
own herbs, or what to do with leftover pasta or how to make
clothes out of old curtains."
- "Mildred, this is the eighties,"
Laura reminded her.
- "She's teaching a seminar called
"Children in the Boardroom," Tommy explained. "It's about how to
combine a high-powered career with child raising."
- "Figures," Mildred
- "Sounds like something you might
want to attend, Miss Holt," Remington commented, suddenly very
interested. Turning to Tommy, he asked, "Will your mother be
conducting any more of these seminars?"
- "It depends on how her client's
trial comes out next week. She's a lawyer."
- "Mr. Steele, really," Laura
retorted. "Why would...?"
- "You never know, Miss Holt,"
Remington explained. "There's certainly no harm in being prepared,
- Mildred quickly decided she
needed to change the subject. "Is there anyone at home now,
- "Sure. My sister's there," he
explained. "But I got tired of listening to her talk on the phone
to her boyfriend, so I came over to play with Laurie Beth."
- "Okay, kid; you're outta here,"
Mildred demanded, leading him out of the room.
- "Okay," he said. "Bye, Laurie
Beth. See you at school tomorrow."
- Laurie Beth giggled as she waved
goodbye to Tommy. Then jumping up from the bed, she ran out of the
room with her siblings.
- "What am I going to tell
Frances?" Laura asked, throwing up her arms in frustration.
- "Nothing," Remington advised her.
"There was no harm done. It's best to just ignore these
- "What makes you an expert on
- "Experience, Miss Holt. Watching
them reminded me of the early days of our relationship, except
they didn't have any of the playful hostility that we so
- "Really, Mr. Steele," Laura
admonished. "How could what we just saw possibly remind you of us?
We never shared a stick of gum!"
- "That may be, but it was just as
harmless," Remington explained.
- "Mr. Steele is right, honey.
Tommy seemed perfectly satisfied to merely share a piece of gum
and steal a kiss. Nothing happened, so just forget it," Mildred
advised. "Now come on. We've got to get back out there and keep an
eye on the munchkins".
- Mildred left, but Laura and
Remington lagged behind.
- "Playful hostility, huh?" Laura
asked with a smile. "That's an interesting expression."
"Indeed, Miss Holt, " Remington
explained. "I'm an expert on...expression."
"You can practice 'expressing'
yourself later, but right now we better get back out there with the
As they left the bedroom, Laura
noticed two empty glasses on the nightstand. Picking them up, she
carried them into the kitchen.
- "What were Laurie Beth and Tommy
drinking?" Laura asked Mildred as she placed the glasses in the
- "Oh, I gave them some of that new
cola. They seemed to really like it."
- Remington and Laura looked at
each other and then at the empty glasses, and a seed of an idea
began to form.
- "Kids that age don't normally
behave like that--unless something *makes* them," Laura
- "And let's not forget Donald and
Frances," Remington pointed out. "They weren't exactly acting
'normal' at supper tonight."
- "That's right, and they were
drinking cola with their dinner," Laura realized. "And don't
forget Mildred and Ralph..."
- "Wait a minute!" Mildred piped
up. "Ralph was just fixing the coffee maker..."
- "Nice try, Mildred," Laura said,
"but we don't buy it. The two of you had a couple of glasses of
that cola, didn't you?"
- Mildred shrugged and
- Remington looked at Laura. "And
don't forget about us, love."
- Laura actually blushed.
- Remington began counting their
escapades on his fingers. "The office...the limo...the
Auburn...the ferris wheel.. the bushes..."
- "Bushes?" Mildred asked
pointedly. "Ferris wheel?"
- "Mr. Steele, really," Laura
admonished, "You don't have to enumerate each and every one of
our...flights of frivolity."
- "Flights of frivolity, huh?"
Mildred repeated, cocking her head to one side and raising her
- "Mr. Steele and I have been
drinking the cola for the past two days," Laura explained.
- "And quite a bit of it,"
Remington added. "You don't suppose there's something in it that,
ah, makes one feel more ...amorous?"
- Laura shrugged. "I don't know,
but I definitely think there's *something* suspicious about it.
It's the only thing that makes any sense."
- "So, what are we going to do
about it? Remington asked.
- "We go see Mr. Pop-Top
- "But, Laura," Remington wailed,
"just being around that man gives me the urge to scratch!"
- "Then wear the flea collar," she
said, marching past him to the front door.
- Remington started to follow, but
Mildred grabbed his arm.
- "Flea collar, Boss?" she
- "It's a jungle out there,
Mildred," he explained. "Lots of fleas in a jungle."
- "We'll be back as soon as we can,
Mildred," Laura said as Remington opened the front door and held
it for her. "Don't give the kids any more of that cola-- and don't
drink any of it yourself, either!"
- They hurried to the station wagon
and Remington got behind the wheel.
- "I thought you didn't want to be
seen driving this symbol of suburbia," Laura reminded him.
- "Yes, well," he said, starting
the car. "I suppose if it's good enough for Donald, it's good
enough for me. Besides, maybe I won't be so tempted to scratch if
I'm busy driving."
- "We need to be careful how we
broach the subject to Mr. Pop-Top," Laura pointed out. "We can't
just point blank accuse him of something he might be totally
- "Perhaps we should do further
testing," Remington suggested hopefully. "You know, drink a little
more cola and...well, see what happens. Let nature take its
course, so to speak."
- "Just drive, Mr. Steele," Laura
- "Ah, yes, business beckons,"
Remington sighed, backing the car out onto the street.
- "Not always," Laura whispered,
the smallest trace of a smile forming on her lips. When she
realized Remington was watching her, she blushed.
- A short time later, Laura and
Remington were walking away from Mr. Pop-Top's Bel Air
"He certainly had a lot of nerve,
falling asleep on us like that," Remington declared.
"Where's your sympathy, Mr. Steele? I
seem to recall you falling asleep on me quite a few times after you
had taken a pain pill for a broken legs."
- "Ah, what a delightful picture
that conjures up," Remington said dreamily, pulling Laura
- "What are you talking
- "Me, falling asleep on you,"
- "Yes, it does bring back pleasant
memories, doesn't it?" Laura said softly as her lips met
Remington's. They stood kissing on the porch, locked in each
other's embrace until the porch lights flickered several
- "Perhaps we'd better carry on
elsewhere, Miss Holt," Remington suggested.
- "Good idea," Laura agreed huskily
as they broke their embrace and sauntered down the drive to the
- Remington opened the passenger's
door for Laura and then made his way around the car and behind the
wheel. Starting the car and checking the traffic, he backed into
- "This car reminds me of you in
the good old days, Miss Holt," Remington commented as he tried to
pick up some speed in the sluggish vehicle.
- "In what way?" Laura
- "You both required an awful lot
of coaxing to carry on."
- "I'm not so sure I like being
compared to a sluggish family station wagon," Laura
- When car died and coasted to a
complete halt, Laura and Remington just sat in silence for several
- "Well, Laura; it appears we are
out of gas," Remington finally said. Breaking into a huge lopsided
grin, he added, "I've always wanted to say that to you."
- "I'll just bet you have!" Laura
laughed as she slid beside him and put her arms around his neck.
"Actually, I've wished we would run out of gas quite a few times
myself. Then it would have been just you and me, all alone,
stranded on some lonely deserted road...Hmm--I still get cold
chills just thinking of the possibilities."
- Remington tenderly brushed
Laura's hair from her forehead. "As much as I'd like to remain
right here and explore those possibilities, we do have to get back
to the kids,"
- "Must we?" Laura pouted.
- "Afraid so. We wouldn't want
Mildred to quit, now, would we?"
- Laura reluctantly slid back over
to her side of the car. "Children can be such a nuisance," she
- "I suppose, sometimes..."
Remington hesitantly replied, "but still..."
- "Still what...?" she
- There were several moments of
awkward silence while Remington struggled with himself once again.
Finally, he just grinned and said, "Nothing. Nothing at all. Why
don't we call a service station from that phone over there and ask
them to deliver some gasoline?"
- "Fine. And if we're lucky, maybe
it'll be hours before they get here," Laura said hopefully.
- "And what do you propose we do to
pass the time, Miss Holt?" Remington asked as he raised an
- "We can probably find a bus stop.
After all, what else does one do on the streets of Bel Air
- "...neck?" Remington said,
finishing her statement. "Indeed, Miss Holt. What else?"
- Luckily, Laura had change for the
phone. After placing the call to a service station, she and
Remington strolled arm in arm to a nearby bus stop. Remington was
unusually quiet, content to merely rub Laura's shoulder and chew
his thumbnail. Laura wondered what was on his mind, but decided to
let him keep his thoughts to himself.
- Actually, Remington was silently
cursing himself again for passing up another perfect opportunity
to discuss marriage with Laura. He had never thought of himself as
a coward before, but now he was beginning to wonder. What was he
so afraid of, anyway? He knew Laura cared for him equally as much
as he cared for her.
- No, that wasn't quite true. He
didn't just care for Laura; he loved her. He had loved her for
years. Why was it they could admit to caring for each other, but
not to loving each other? What exactly was it about the word
'love' that scared the hell out of both of them? They'd been
dancing around the issue for so long that they were both experts
- But Remington was tired of the
game playing. He was tired of the dizzying dance he and Laura had
been dancing around each other. He was tired of saying, "I care
for you" when what he really wanted to say was, "I love you." If
only he could find the right words and the right time to say them.
- "Penny for your thoughts, Mr.
Steele," Laura said as they arrived at the bus stop bench and sat
- Remington decided it was now or
never. He took a big breath, swallowed hard and took Laura's hand
in his own sweaty one. "Laura, ah, forgive me for startling you
with the impetuosity of my sentiments. But it cannot have escaped
your notice that for some time past, the friendship I have felt
for you has ripened into a deeper feeling. A feeling more
beautiful, more pure, more sacred...Dare I name it? Can it
- "Pucker up, Mr. Steele," Laura
ordered as she put her arms around him. "Police car at 12
- Remington reluctantly puckered
up, disappointed. But in spite of his initial reluctance, he and
Laura quickly became lost in each other, neither giving a second
thought to the observing squad car. But this kiss was different
from the numerous ones they had shared in the last two days.
Before, they had been overcome with frenzied feelings of urgency.
It was almost as if they had no choice in the matter. But there
was a sweetness about this kiss, a tenderness that had been
missing earlier. They were both aware of the change and it aroused
them even more. But rather than causing them to rush things, it
caused them to slow the pace; to savor the taste and feel of each
- Remington came to his senses as
he suddenly became aware of Laura's roving hands. Clasping them,
he brought them slowly to his lips. Laura opened her eyes, giving
him a quizzical look.
- "Laura, love, I don't think a bus
stop on the streets of Bel Air is the best place to continue this
conversation," Remington explained regretfully.
- "I suppose you're right, Mr.
Steele," she sighed regretfully, caressing his cheek one last
time. "But you must admit, it would have been a unique
- "Yes, well, that may be, but one
must leave some experiences for later on in life."
- "That's what you said about
eating sushi, " Laura reminded him..
- "Was it?"
- "If you stick around long enough,
who knows how many unique experiences we can share?" Laura asked
- Remington took Laura's hand and
stroked it as he stared into her eyes. Putting his hand under her
chin, he said softly, "I've said it before and I'll say it again:
I'm not going anywhere, Laura. And I'll keep saying it until you
don't need to hear it anymore."
- Laura took his hand and tenderly
kissed it. Pulling her into a close embrace, Remington just held
her tightly. She had never felt more secure or more loved than she
did at that moment, locked in Remington's embrace.
- Remington gave her a quick peck
on the forehead and pulled her to her feet. "I feel the urge for a
- stroll," he explained.
- "You feel the urge for legwork?"
- "What I feel the urge for has
nothing to do with work, I assure you."
- "And exactly what do you feel the
urge for, Mr. Steele?"
- "Oh, something daring, something
stimulating, something totally unexpected... A whole new
experience," Remington explained enigmatically.
- "Are you sure this 'whole new
experience' is something that can be done on the streets of Bel
- "Absolutely, Miss Holt. I've even
seen children do it."
- "Children do it?" Laura asked,
- "Certainly. Children do it, yet
you and I never have. I think it's time we remedy that horrendous
- "Give me a clue, Mr. Steele,"
- "Laurie Beth and Tommy? Tonight?
In the bedroom? Alone?" Remington prompted, studying Laura
carefully as they strolled along.
- She laughed as realization
suddenly dawned on her. "You're not suggesting we share a stick of
- "Well, I did detect a certain
note of regret in your voice when you pointed out that you and I
had never...That we hadn't...You know..." Remington wiggled his
eyebrows at Laura and gave her his most endearing smile.
- Still laughing, Laura opened her
purse and rummaged through it for a few seconds. "How does
spearmint sound?" she asked, holding up a piece of gum.
- "Positively erotic," Remington
whispered seductively. "Here; allow me, Miss Holt."
- Taking the gum from Laura's hand,
he began unwrapping it very slowly. When the piece was finally
ready, Remington pulled Laura close and said,"What say we each
take an end and, uh, meet in the middle?"
- "Sounds delicious," she whispered
breathlessly as he began inching the gum slowly to its final
- After their lips parted.
Remington took Laura's hand and they resumed their moonlight
stroll. They walked along in contented silence, sharing a stick of
gum and holding hands. Occasionally Remington scratched himself in
various places, but the mood was not broken. They realized they
were sharing a special moment and they savored it
- "What do you mean Donald and
Frances won't be back tonight?"
- "Calm down, Laura, please! You'll
wake the children," Remington cautioned.
- "I'm sorry, Miss Holt," Mildred
explained. "But Frances called about an hour ago and said
something had come up and they'd be back early tomorrow morning.
What could I do?"
- "It's all right, Mildred. Don't
worry about it," Remington said. "Miss Holt and I will handle
things; you go on home. We've imposed on you too long as it
- Mildred just shook her head and
gave a wary laugh. "No way am I going home and leaving you two
alone in this house with those kids."
- "And what exactly does that
mean?" Laura asked.
- "How can I put this?" Mildred
asked, pausing briefly as she studied the two of them. "The two of
you have been pretty, uh, uninhibited and spontaneous these last
couple of days. So I think I'd better stick around tonight to be
sure you don't expose those children to something they're not
quite ready for yet."
- "Mildred!" Laura protested.
"We've already deduced that our, ah, amorous behavior is a direct
result of that cola we've been drinking. I assure you, we haven't
had any for hours and we don't intend to touch another drop of it
tonight. Right, Mr. Steele?"
- "Oh, absolutely.You can count on
us to be good role models, Mildred," Remington promised with a
smile. "We won't even look at each other!"
- Mildred just laughed, her arms
folded across her chest.
- Seeing her expression, Remington
dropped his smile.
- "Let me get this straight. Mr.
Pop-Top wasn't home, but you were gone two hours?" Mildred
- "That's right!" Laura explained
indignantly. "We ran out of gas!"
- "Yeah, right. And you passed the
time chewing gum and holding hands?"
- Remington wiggled his eyebrows
outrageously and grinned. "Boggles the mind, doesn't it?"
- Mildred tried to suppress her
laugh, but didn't quite succeed.
- "Mildred, it really doesn't
matter whether you believe us or not. But I promise you, Miss Holt
and I will do nothing tonight to cause the slightest embarrassment
to anyone. I give you my word," Remington declared, putting his
hands on Mildred's shoulders.
- "Just the same, I'm staying the
night," Mildred calmly said. "Just think of me as your back up,
your look out, your..."
- "...chaperone?" Remington
- "It sounds so tacky when you put
it like that," Mildred said. Laura and Remington glared at her,
but she merely ignored them and plunged ahead. "The Quiet Man starts in 20 minutes. What say I fix us
some popcorn and cola before it starts?"
- "Cola, Mildred? You're suggesting
we drink cola?" Laura asked in disbelief.
- "Oh, not that kind of cola,
honey!" Mildred insisted. "I poured the rest of that nasty stuff
out as soon as you two left."
- "You what?!" Laura and Remington
- "I poured it out! What choice did
I have? You saw what that stuff did to Laurie Beth and Tommy!
Sharing gum sounds innocent enough, but the next thing you know,
they'll be hiding in the bushes playing 'you show me yours and
I'll show you mine'!"
- Laura and Remington both turned
- "Can't put one over on you, can
we, Mildred?" Remington asked with a slight smile.
- "Well, perhaps you're right,
Mildred," Laura reluctantly admitted. "That stuff is pretty
- "Just ask Donald and Frances!"
- "Actually, I think all of us can
vouch for its potency, Chief," Mildred pointed out.
- "You poured all of it out?"
Remington inquired sadly.
- "Well, there are a few bottles
left at the office," Mildred remembered.
- Remington broke into a big grin
and rubbed his hands together. "Well, come along, ladies! Only 18
more minutes before John Wayne asks for directions to
Innisfree.Oh, I can already smell that popcorn! What better way to
spend an evening, eh? A great movie, great food and great
"No need to overdo it, Boss,"
Mildred warned. "I realize I'm persona non grata here tonight, but
I can live with that."
"You can?" Remington asked.
"Absolutely. But let's get one thing
straight right now," Mildred said in a no nonsense manner. "Tonight,
it's age before beauty. I'm in charge and what I say goes. Got
- Remington finally found his
tongue. "Oh, absolutely, Mildred. Whatever you say. Yes, indeed.
You're the boss tonight. Right, Miss Holt?"
- "Ah, of course. Whatever you say,
Mildred," Laura echoed.
- "Good. Now that that's settled,
let's get that popcorn popping before the movie starts," Mildred
- To be continued...
This story copyrighted 1982-2002 by
Debra Talley. The characters of Remington
- are used without
permission. It is purely for entertainment purposes.