Dear Fellow Dark Shadows Fans,
I don't know, you may call me too old-fashioned, but I just don't like this idea of Jeff Clark staying as a in Maggie Evans' house.
It seems to me that Sam Evans, who should be around to chaperone these two attractive young people, is never at home. If Sam isn't painting a beautiful sunrise from the top of Widow's Hill, he's closing the Blue Whale at 3:00 AM with his good buddy, Bob Rooney. There's just too much potential sexual tension for Maggie and Jeff to be staying under the same roof. And, if I were Maggie's boyfriend, Joe Haskell, I'd be mighty ticked off about some other guy staying there with my girlfriend.
I have to wonder why Vicky never thought to ask Mrs. Stoddard if her friend, Jeff, could stay in Matthew Morgan's unoccupied caretaker's cottage? (After all, as we will see, Carolyn was able to get the cottage for her "friend," Chris Jennings.) Of course, if Jeff stayed at the caretaker's cottage, how could Maggie ever tell him about Angelique's dream curse? (Maybe I've answered my own question.)
Nevertheless, I'm sure that Cassandra/Angelique would have devised some plan to send Maggie to meet Jeff at the cottage.
I can just see the scene: A romantic, moonlit night over the cottage. Jeff answers the door to find the lovely Maggie, dressed seductively in that Lands End floral print, flannel quilt dress (which, by the way, all of you across America will be able to purchase at your local Sears Roebuck Store this fall). Maggie blushes as she first lays her eyes on the handsome Jeff, sporting that rakish, earth tone sports coat and she tries to explain that she saw Jeff in her dream.
A puzzled, but delighted Jeff invites Maggie to tell him all about her dream. He offers her a drink as they both sit down on the sofa. Jeff pops an 8-track tape into his stereo system and the throaty, sultry sound of Bonnie Raitt's voice begins to sing "Let's Give Them Something To Talk About."
Maggie begins to relate her dream to Jeff as if she's experiencing some sensuous reverie. And, Jeff... Well, you get the idea. I don't have to paint a picture for you, do I?
Sincerely,
Bob the Bartender, who will now retire to enjoy some light reading, specifically Erica Jong's "Fear Of Flying."