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Wonderful glimpses of 1967 Laura yesterday
And Liz, says Roger, you were the last person to see her. I didn't hit her over the head, says Laura--I wanted to often enough, but I never did it. (LOL, delicious!)
What do you think of this Dr. Guthrie? she asks angrily. Not very much, he says, What do you think he is--why do you suppose he's here? she asks. He's some sort of psychologist who's trying to find the cause of Liz' illness, says Roger. And does that make any sense to you? she asks. Frankly, no, says Roger, but it's what Carolyn wants and I can't question it--Liz is her mother. He's not just a psychologist, she says, he's a parapsychologist. One of those ghost chasers? asks Roger. Must you reduce everything to its lowest commons denominator? she asks sourly--an investigator of psychic phenomena. Why didn't Carolyn tells me this? demands Roger, angry now. Because she doesn't trust you, says Laura. Who else knows about this? asks Roger. I don't know, says Laura--Vicki, Frank Garner, everyone, I suppose. Except me, says Roger, isn't that just fine!--why is he here? If you want to know the answer to that, you'd better ask Carolyn, she says. Of course, says Roger, it all fits in now--a seance--whoever heard of a real psychologist trying to commune with the spirit world?--but why?--what's he up to? I have no idea, says Laura. It's all so confusing, says Roger--he turns to Laura--but then, everything that's happened since your return is confusing. You're not going to start that business up again, are you? she asks. What business? he asks. Everyone's favorite game around here--guilt by innuendo, she says--this is New England and obviously witch hunting is still your favorite sport. Why did Vicki scream out during the seance? asks Roger. Ask Vicki, not me! says Laura. And that body in Phoenix, continues Roger, why did it disappear? She rises to her feet. Surely it is apparent by now I am here, not there, she says, so how would I know? She lights a cigarette. And Liz, says Roger, you were the last person to see her. I didn't hit her over the head, says Laura--I wanted to often enough, but I never did it. (LOL, delicious!) Why didn't you mention it immediately? he asks. It was a very confusing day, she says, there was no reason for me to assume I was the last person to see her. Are you telling me everything? he asks--there's nothing you're hiding?--you'd better tell me because I'll find out anyway--whatever it is, you'd better tell me, Laura. She turns to face him. There is nothing, she says, nothing! She walks away from him and sits by the fire, cigarette in hand. (their head to head here was marvelous--guilt by innuendo indeed!--and she is the closest thing to a witch we have until Angelique makes her entrance)[/spoiler]
Interesting that the DS Wiki says Wells was known as one of the most notorious gossips in Collinsport. I don't recall that side of the character. Sounds like something Roger would have insinuated while reaching for the brandy decanter.
It was an envelope about this big, with Maggie's name on it, says Sam. I remember it, says Wells, she asked me to put it in here a couple of days ago. Here she is, says Wells, but when Sam reaches for it, the clerk says not so fast--he has to call Maggie first--is she home?What do you mean? asks Sam. House rules, says Wells, nobody can get anything out of that safe 'cept the person that put it in there. That's my letter, I wrote it, says Sam. Maybe you did, but you wrote it to Maggie, and that makes it hers, insists Wells--ask the mailman if you don't believe me. The devil with the mailman! says Sam, I want that letter. And you can have it, as soon as I talk to Maggie, says the clerk--is she home? Sam's brow furrows. No, he says, and I don't know where she is. I'm afraid you'll just have to wait, says Wells. Please, begs Sam, it's important! It must be, agrees Wells, kneeling to return the letter to the safe--she told me very clearly not to give this to anyone. I need that letter! cries Sam. And I need this job, counters Wells, I'd lost it if I broke the house rules--sorry. Sam stands there, licking his lips, really upset.[/spoiler]
Love today's snapshot of Julia and Morgan having another dramatic encounter!
Morgan mumbles, "Bramwell" and tries to rise from his bed. Julia tries to stop him, ordering, stay in bed. Morgan climbs out of bed, insisting, I must get to him. Julia stands there, scared.[/spoiler]