HOTEL - MARY'S PENTHOUSE - MAGGIE'S BEDROOM
Randy is just the sweetest boy I think I've ever met!" Eliza Campbell
exclaimed as she lay in bed. "He's so cute and nice and..."
"Would you please just
roll over and go to sleep?" Maggie Callison interrupted with a heavy
sigh. She'd invited her best friend over for a sleep-over, not to listen
to her endless prattle about Randy Lamont.
"Gee, what's the
matter?" Eliza asked with a curious look. "You've been awfully
this entire mess with my parents and Reginald," Maggie muttered.
"I just wish everything was like it was before...before I messed everything
"Hey, it's not your
fault." Eliza knew that Maggie felt intense guilt over being the one
who'd exposed her father's affair to her mother. In fact, she felt
responsible for almost every bad thing that had happened since.
"Besides, I would think that talking about my boyfriend would take your
mind off of everything."
"Randy is not your
boyfriend!" Maggie snapped. "He's just a friend.
Period! He's friends with both of us!"
"Well, he might be
friends with both of us, but he and I are a couple." Eliza propped
herself up in bed and rested her head in her hand. "You saw us at the
party. We were dancing and he was holding me in his arms." She
let out a dreamy sigh. "It was so romantic!"
"Well, if you call
hanging all over Randy 'romantic'..."
"I'll have you know that
Randy and I have gone out on several dates since the Fall Dance!"
Eliza was quickly growing annoyed. Why did Maggie have to be so
negative? "We've gone out to eat and to the movies and..."
"Eliza, running into him
at The Well doesn't count!"
"You know, maybe if you
had a social life, you'd stay out of mine!" Eliza clinched her teeth
tightly. "Randy and I are doing very well. Now, you need to
find a boyfriend for yourself."
"I don't want a
"And I'm supposed to
believe that?" Eliza let out a giggle. "What about
Stanley? Whatever happened to him? I thought you two were getting
"I've barely talked to
him since he ditched me the night of the dance," Maggie sighed.
"What's the point, anyway?"
Maggie! You're the one that pushed and got me and Randy
together." Eliza sat up and turned on the small light by the bed causing
Maggie to squint and rub her eyes. "If it weren't for you, we never
would have gotten together."
know." Maggie rolled her eyes and turned to look at Eliza with
curiosity. "What are you doing?"
"I'm calling Stanley,
that's what!" Eliza smiled slyly as she dialed the number.
"I'm so glad your mother put an extension in your room."
"She only did it so I
wouldn't hog the living room gabbing while she was listening to her
stories," Maggie sighed. "And why are you calling Stanley?
Do you know what time it is? He's probably in bed, which is where we
"We are in bed,
silly," Eliza laughed and bit her lip as she waited for an answer.
"Besides, I just want you to talk to him. Maybe there's still a
chance for you to straighten out that mess from the dance."
"Look, I really don't
want to..." Maggie was interrupted when Eliza shoved the telephone
receiver into her face. She could faintly hear Stanley's voice on the
other end asking who was calling. With a defeated sigh, Maggie took the
receiver and held it up to her ear. "Hi, Stanley. It's
Maggie." As she rolled her eyes again, she prayed that Eliza knew
what she was doing.