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Marriage of Convenience By ‘J’ Chapter 9

November 23, 2015

Republisher’s Note: Still in the present Danny and Michelle aren’t talking, so they don’t know that each one of the individually want to make their marriage real. There is a Manny wedding tonight, but sadly we don’t see much of it.

Marriage of Convenience By ‘J’ Chapter 9

Michelle showered and was brushing her hair in the bedroom the next morning when Rosa knocked on her door. “Come in,” Michelle called. Rosa entered carrying a cup of coffee.

“Thanks,” Michelle said, accepting it. “I didn’t know you were coming in this morning.”

“I thought I’d better stop by and see how things were going,” Rosa said nervously.

“Have you seen Danny?” Michelle asked, her eyes meeting Rosa’s over the rim of the cup. Rose nodded. “Where is he?”

“Waiting in the living room. He’s all dressed.”

“Already? How does he seem?”

“He seems tense. He looks gorgeous.” Michelle shook her head and smiled. “You look beautiful, ” she said to Michelle, who stared at herself in the mirror.

“Too bad this is such a farce,” Michelle said, applying her lipstick.

“You’ll get through it,” Rosa said firmly.

Danny rose as Michelle entered the living room. His eyes moved down, taking in her outfit, and up again to her face. “You look nice”, he said briefly. So did he. He was wearing a dark suit. His hair was wet with recent combing and his shoes were polished to a high gloss. “Be right back,” he said and went to the kitchen. When he returned he was carrying a florist box. “Here,” he said, handing it to Michelle. She took it, surprised. “I thought you should have that,” he said obviously uncomfortable. Inside was a small arrangement of irises and carnations.

“This is the same bouquet I had for my father’s wedding,” Michelle said in wonderment, lifting the spray out of the tissue paper and holding it to her nose.

He nodded. “You chose them before, so I knew you would like it.”

Michelle glanced at Rosa, who raised her brows. He had remembered a detail like that all these years?

He cleared his throat. “We better go,” he said.

The drive to the municipal building was brief, and Danny and Michelle signed the necessary papers in minutes. She had brought her blood test results with her, and the license was issued. Two clerks were the witnesses, and afterward their congratulations rang hollowly in Michelle’s ears. Her expression must have shown what she was thinking, because Danny said as they left, “Not exactly what you had in mind for your wedding, was it?” Michelle didn’t answer. “I’m sorry,” he said.

“It’s all right”, Michelle replied. “I understood what was going to happen when I came out here. It’s just that it all seemed so…”

“Cold?” he suggested.

“Yes, it did,” Michelle replied.

She left her flowers on the passenger seat and followed him into the restaurant. When they were seated and had ordered. Danny said, “There’s a problem you should be aware of in connection with the ranch. A couple of developers, Citrus Farms, and Sun City Homes, have been competing to buy it for a while.”

“Why do they want it?”

“The property around here has become very valuable in the last few years. The town is within commuting distance and the scenery is pretty. The schools are good. The developers have been moving in quick. They want to put subdivisions of tract houses on ranch land.”

“My father would have hated that,” Michelle said softly.

“He always refused to sell. The developers started in on me as soon as he died. When they find out about this wedding , they’re going to be after you, too. They’re offering a lot of money.”

“And you don’t want to sell?” Michelle asked.

“Do you?” Danny replied.

“I don’t know, I just got here, I really don’t know what’s going on,” Michelle said.

He lifted one shoulder. “This ranch is my life, but you may feel differently. You may want to take the money and go back to Springfield. In any case, once we inherit, they’ll have to deal with us together. One parcel is no  good without the other.”

“So you want us to stick together, is that it?”

“Do you want to see a bunch of stucco bread boxes sitting on your Dad’s place?” he countered.

“Ross Marler didn’t say anything about this to me,” Michelle said as the waitress brought their coffee.

“He doesn’t know.”

“But you said you had spoken to him.”

“I didn’t tell him,” Danny replied, taking a sip of his drink.

“Why didn’t you tell me before the wedding?”

“I didn’t want you to change your mind,” he said evenly.

“In other words, you tricked me.”

“How did I trick you?” he replied equably. “The terms of the will would have been the same. I just didn’t inform you that there were buyers out there waiting in case you wanted to sell.”

“You should have gone to law school,” Michelle muttered, and the trace of a smile flickered across his lips.

The waitress brought their food, but Michelle had no appetite. She cut her pancakes into little sections and rearranged them on her plate until Danny said,”You really should eat some of that.”

“Now you sound like Rosa.”

“Rosa’s right. You’ve gotten skinny.”

Michelle stared at him, annoyed. “Haven’t you heard that it’s chic to be thin?” she demanded, somewhat misleadingly. A desire to be stylish was not the reason for her slenderness. Since learning about the will, she hadn’t been able to eat much in anticipation of this reunion.

“Where? In Springfield?” he said the word as though it were a disease.


“You weren’t’ always so skinny,” he said, biting into a piece of toast.

“I was chubby ten years ago.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Really?” she said, holding his gaze, and he looked away.

“How did you get the time to come here?” he asked after she had returned her attention to the decorative placement of her food.

“I took a leave of absence.”

“On such a short notice?”

“They owed me several vacations.”

“You work for the D.A’s office?”


“Prosecuting murder cases.”

“They’re not all murder cases, but the one I just finished was…How did you know?”

“Marler told me.”

Ross Marler seems to have developed a sudden case of bigmoutitis, Michelle thought. He had babbled quite a few details to Danny, who in return had apparently told him nothing.

“Did you win?” Danny asked.


“Why not?”

She looked at him. That sounded like a challenge.

“It’s complicated,” she said.

“Try me,” he said tightly. “I may surprise you by being able to comprehend more than you think.”

Michelle hesitated. She hadn’t meant to insult his intelligence. He was certainly prickly.

“Well, we wanted a conviction on murder one, premeditation. That carries the maximum penalty,” she explained. “Frankly, I thought the guy deserved it, he seemed to have planned it all and taken his time setting it up. But his lawyer was able to get the charge knocked down to third degree, with a sentence of fifteen to twenty, eligible for parole after five. The defense hit heavily on the defendant’s service record and his work history. The guy had an honorable discharge from the navy and had held the same job for ten years, but that didn’t convince me he couldn’t have killed his girlfriend.”

“He must have convinced the jury,” Danny said.

Michelle shook her head. “No. He was a poor witness.”

“Then what happened?”

“The evidence made his girlfriend , the victim, sound like a tramp, and the jurors didn’t like what they heard about her. They decided that a tart like that deserved to die, so they weren’t going to sentence her boyfriend to death for finally getting fed up with her.”

Danny stared at her, shocked.

“It’s the truth, “Michelle said shrugging. “I tried to control the jury during voir dire…

“What’s that?”

“The questioning of prospective jurors, the jury selection process. The people I liked kept coming up with reasons to be excused from duty, and I was discounting too many possibilities. The judge censured me for wasting time, so I wound up with an unbalanced jury. It was bad from the start.”

“Does that happen often?”

“Too often.”

Danny shook his head.

“It isn’t always like that,” Michelle amended quickly, “There are good moments too.

Danny nodded.

“I wish we could do more, but we do what we can,” Michelle said.

“My mother always wanted to be a nurse,” Danny said softly. “But after my dad died, she gave it all up.

“I didn’t know that. By the way, you’ve done wonders with the place,” Michelle said grudgingly. “I can tell just by looking around that it’s very successful.”

“We’re doing all right,” he said shortly.

Michelle smiled, making a pancake dam to contain a burgeoning river of syrup. “Remember when you taught me to ride?”

He grinned, the first genuine smile she’d seen since she arrived. “How could I forget?” he said. “The first time you sat on the horse you fell off into the dirt.”

“Lightning. He was old and slow.”

“Lightning was slow when he was a year old. He lived to be twenty. Miguel was always talking about putting him down, but we both knew we’d never do it. He died in his sleep. After a huge meal, of course.” He drained his coffee cup. “Did you keep up with the riding?” he asked.

Michelle sighed. “I’m ashamed to tell you this, but I haven’t been on a horse since I was last in Europe.”

“I can’t believe it,” he said. “I never saw anybody who wanted to learn so much.”

“It did mean a lot to me, and I always appreciated your help, but when I got to school other things became more important. You know how it is.”

He nodded slowly. “Want to do something about it?”

“What do you mean?”

“We can go for a ride when we get back, I’ll take you around the place, and show you some of the changes.”

“Danny, I’d fall off the horse again, I know it.”

“No, you won’t. It’s just like riding a bike.”

“I don’t have any riding clothes.”

“I’ve got some.”

“To fit me?”


Michelle tried to think of another objection and couldn’t. “You’d better call the paramedics and tell them to be on the alert,” she said as he called for the check.

“You’ll be fine”

“Only if you resurrect Lightning.”

“I’ve got another one just as slow.”

“Impossible. What’s its name?”


Michelle laughed. “Are you kidding me?”

“I am not.”

They went back to the car, and on the drive home Danny outlined the changes he’d made in the ranch operation, how he’d streamlined the purchasing and hired new vets to supervise the breeding of the horses. It was clearly a subject he loved, and Michelle just let him talk, wondering how any developer in the world thought he was going to get this man to sell to him.

When they got back to the house, Danny took her to the storage closet next to the garage and said, “There’s a box of riding clothes on the floor. See if you can find something to fit you.” He went to change.

Curious, Michelle took the container he had indicated to her room and sifted through it, amazed to discover an assortment of pants and shirts in various sizes, even a couple of leather belts. Where on earth had he got this stuff?

She selected a loose shirt and a pair of pants that were a little too big and cinched them with one of the belts. Danny was waiting for her in the living room when she emerged. “Whose clothes are these?” Michelle asked.

He shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“Danny, is the stuff in that box your bimbo bin?”

He stared at her. “My what?”

“Castoffs from your old girlfriends, things they left around that you just didn’t bother to return.”

He shook his head. “Michelle, I told you that Miguel runs a riding school now. Sometimes the students leave things behind and don’t come back for them. We save everything in there in case they come looking for what they left. That’s all.”

Michelle could feel herself flushing. “Oh,” she said in a small voice. Why on earth had she made such a big deal about it?

“There are boys clothes in there, too,” he said gently.

Michelle looked down at the shirt she was wearing. It had seemed odd when she was dressing, the buttons were on the wrong side.

“Ready”? he said looking at her. Michelle followed him to the stable, where he led her to a horse that looked almost as phlegmatic as lightning. He was methodically swatting flies with his tail and surveyed her with exquisite boredom.

“I take it this is Thunderbolt,” she said.

“Well, yes it is,” Danny said.

“Maybe I can handle something a little more lively,” she ventured bravely.

“You could?” Danny said looking down at her.

“I’d like to try.”

“Fine with me,” he readied another horse, named Melody, and helped Michelle into the saddle. His hands lingered at her waist no longer than necessary, and she felt perversely disappointed.

He followed Michelle out on his own horse and took her on a tour of the ranch, ending at the old stable where Miguel gave lessons. Michelle had done pretty well riding up until then, but Miguel had neglected to tell Danny that he’d been teaching Melody how to jump. When the horse saw a stanchions, she charged forward through the open gate and ran for the jump. Michelle hung on, but she had never jumped an obstacle in her life. When the horse went over, she went down, landing in a undignified heap on the ground.

Danny pulled up and leaped off his horse while it was still moving. He ran to Michelle’s side and took her face in his hands. “Are you all right?” he demanded, his expression anxious. She nodded. The wind was knocked out of her and she couldn’t talk, but otherwise she felt okay.

“Just stay here” he said. “I have to get the horses.”

She nodded again, and he took off. She watched as he tied the horses to the tress.

He returned and knelt next to Michelle in the grass.

“How are you doing? Can you try to walk?”

“All right,” she said breathlessly. He helped her to her feet, but when she tried to put weight on her left foot she cried out in pain. “Guess not,” she gasped. He scooped her up in one smooth movement and carried her to a huge tree that that bordered the ranch property. He held her for a few seconds, but it was enough for all the sense memories of the last time she was in his arms to come rushing back. The sensation was the same, but intensified.

Even his smell was familiar. She closed her eyes. Oh, Danny she thought.

He knelt and set her own the ground. “Better?” he said. “That sun was too hot?”

“This is fine.” She looked around her. “I used to picnic under this tree.”

“Let me see your ankle,” Danny said. He removed her shoe and sock and manipulated the joint. “Does that hurt?” he asked anxiously.

“A little. Not bad.”

“I don’t think that it’s broken,” he pronounced. “Just sprained. It may bruise, we better put some ice on it when we get back.”

She nodded.

“So,” he said, sitting next to her with his back against the tree, “I guess Melody wasn’t such a great idea, Huh?” His expression was teasing.

Michelle smiled ruefully. “I didn’t know she was trying out for the Olympic equestrian team.”

“Miguel must have been using her in his classes. I’ll have to talk to him. Apparently she’s too undisciplined for that.”

“Now you tell me,” Michelle said.

“I thought she was all right for you,” he said, turning his head to look at Michelle. “She always seemed pretty docile.”

“I guess she just likes to jump.”

“Horses can be like women that way,” he said softly. “They seem restrained, but when they see what they want, they go for it.” He was very near, close enough for her to see the gold flecks in his eyes.

“I tried once,” Michelle said. “It doesn’t always work.”

He dropped his eyes and stood. “We should go back to the house. Dr. Jensen can take a look at that ankle.”

“Dr. Jensen is a vet.”

“So, a doctor is a doctor, he can tell if the bone is broken, your father was a people doctor, and that didn’t stop him from taking care of the animals when he couldn’t get in touch with a vet.”

“You said it wasn’t broken,” she said.

“I said I thought it wasn’t. I’m not a doctor. I’ll get my horse, we can ride back double. I’m not taking any more chances with Melody, I’ll send somebody out for her later.”

I guess I brought that conversation to an abrupt end, Michelle thought morosely as she watched him walk away. Obviously any reference, no matter how oblique, to that last night ten years earlier was going to be met with silence. He returned with the horse and mounted, pulling her up behind him. Michelle remembered the last time she had traveled this way, but this trip was a lot more sedate. He kept the horse at an even canter all the way back and carried her into the house. “Just stay there, don’t try to walk,” he said as he deposited her on the living room sofa.

“Yes, sir,” Michelle replied and saluted.

“I will see if Jensen is still in the stables. He was supposed to give the horses their shots today,” he said and left.

Michelle’s ankle was beginning to throb, and she was contemplating disobeying ordered and hobbling to the bathroom for aspirin, when she heard voices. Danny entered the back door followed by Dr. Jensen. “She’s in here,” Danny said, leading the way. Dr. Jensen, a handsome man in his fifties, surveyed the patient with a critical eye.

“George,” Danny said. “This is my wife, Michelle.”

Michelle almost fainted. She glared at Danny while Jensen bent over her foot, saying. “Congratulations, Mrs. Santos. What a terrible thing to happen on your wedding day.”

Danny, who was pretending not to notice Michelle’s reaction, said, “It isn’t broken, is it?”

“No, no. But its a pretty bad sprain, and once the shock wears off it will be painful,” the doctor said. “Are you feeling it yet?”

“A little,” Michelle said. “Do you have any painkillers here?”

“This is an opiate, ” the doctor said. “People take them all the time. You won’t be able to sleep without them.” Michelle swallowed two of the pills. “Make sure she takes two every four hours,” Jensen said. “And put some ice on that foot.”

“I will,” Danny assured him. “It’s a sorry night to spend your wedding night,” the doctor said sympathetically.

“There will be other nights,” Danny said, and Michelle wanted to hit him.

After the doctor left, Michelle hissed, “Why did you tell him that we were married?”

“We are married.”

“You know what I mean. I thought we agreed that we were going to handle this discreetly.”

“What was I supposed to do?” Danny asked. “He knows that you are staying here with me.”

“Danny, I remember my father talking about that man. Dad said that he’s a nice guy, but he spreads information around. Everybody for miles around will know we’re married now.”

“Maybe that’s better. How could you live in this house without an explanation? What would people think?”

“What would people think?” Michelle repeated, staring at him.

“Danny Santos, you’re talking to me, the person who put you back together after more drunks and fights that I care to remember. You were the scandal of the community for years. You expect me to believe that you suddenly care what people think?”

“Maybe I’m changing my image,” he said mildly, propping her leg on a pillow. Michelle eyed him narrowly as he fussed over her.

There was a reason for what he had done, and she was certain it had nothing to do with his concern about their reputations.

“I will get the ice,” he said and rose to go to the kitchen. She listened to him emptying the ice trays and opening cabinets, and by the time he returned she was feeling spacey. “Here you go,’ he said, putting her foot into the dishpan and packing it with ice bags. “This should work. Now just lie back and try to take a nap.” Michelle found that advice easy to follow, and when Danny came back later on to give her more pills, she wasn’t sure if she was awake or dreaming. She swallowed dutifully and closed her eyes again. He hesitated, then kissed her lightly on the mouth, certain that she wouldn’t remember it.

Marriage of Convenience By ‘J’ Chapter 8

November 22, 2015

Republisher’s Note: Michelle’s flashback to what happened years ago has ended and she heads back to Spain.

Marriage of Convenience By ‘J’ Chapter 8

The doorbell rang and Michelle snapped back to the present, glancing at the clock as she got up to answer it. She had spent over an hour thinking about the past, remembering her relationship with Danny Santos. And now, God help her, she was expected to marry him. She opened the door to admit her neighbor, who had accepted a package for Michelle that day while she was at work. Michelle chatted with her for a few minutes and, when the woman left, tossed the box onto her coffee table. She’d lost interest in the sweater she’d ordered two weeks earlier. She had more important things to consider now.

The burning humiliation of the last night with Danny had stayed fresh in her mind all through the years. She’d experienced other painful and embarrassing situations since then, of course, but her age at the time, combined with the depth of her feelings for Danny, always made her remember it with special chagrin.

She fixed herself a sandwich and called Bill Lewis to arrange to meet him for lunch. She had to persuade him to take over her files once she completed her current case so that she could go to Europe.

The restaurant was a little cafe that catered to the legal crowd, with glass topped tables and lots of hanging plants. Bill was already seated, and he stood when the hostess showed Michelle to their table. “Hi,” he said as she slipped into a chair. “Whats up?”

“I need to ask you a big favor,” Michelle said.

“Shoot,” Bill replied.

“I have to go to Europe, and I’d like you to cover my cases while I’m gone,  “Michelle said quickly, wincing.

He stared at her. “Europe? Now?”

“To settle my father’s estate.”

“I didn’t think you’d have to go there to do that. When did this happen?”

“Just yesterday. The will is a mess, and I really should be there in person to straighten it out.”

“How long will you be gone?”

“A couple of months.”

His mouth fell open. “A couple of months! Honey, what’s going on?”

For some reason Michelle didn’t want to tell Bill the whole truth about the situation. Probably because it might lead to a discussion of Danny and the past, a subject she heartily wished to avoid. “Its actually kind of a combination leave and vacation,” Michelle said weakly.

“When are you leaving?”

“As soon as my case wraps up.”

“Not wasting any time are you?” Bill said.

“Well, there is a certain urgency because my stepbrother is involved, too,” Michelle replied uncomfortably.

“Oh, right.”

“He runs the ranch, and he has to know this is going to be handled.”

“I see,” Bill brushed back a lock of medium brown hair and gazed at her with medium blue eyes. Everything about him was medium. Maybe that was the problem Michelle thought. Her response to him was medium, too.

“I sure am going to miss you,” he added.

“I’ll be back before you know it,” Michelle privately thought that some time away from Bill might be a good idea. He had been dropping hints about marriage lately, and she was far from ready to take such a step.

She packed and closed her apartment, booking a direct flight. On the way to the airport she sent a telegram to the ranch, announcing her arrival. She avoided calling preferring to deal with Danny in person rather than a disembodied voice on the phone. Danny was aware of the will and would know that Michelle’s arrival meant that she accepted its terms.

The flight to Europe was a long one and Michelle had plenty of time to think. She was dreading the reunion but at the same time felt a sort of resignation about it. In a very real sense she had been heading toward this for a long time.

Sunlight streamed into the glass fronted arrival lounge as she left the covered walkway that connected the plane to the terminal building. She was fishing in her purse for her baggage tickets when she realized that someone was standing off to one side, watching her. She turned her head and looked at Danny Santos.

Any hope that he might have become unattractive were dashed immediately. She had been wishing for a fat or bald, but neither was true. If anything, he was more compelling than she remembered. Her heart sank.

He walked toward her with the measured stride she recalled so well. He had filled out a little and looked, not heavier, but broader. His brown eyes met hers as he stopped in front of her. “Hello, Michelle,” he said quietly. They examined each other for several seconds in silence. His gaze was riveting.

“Eyes of gold and bramble dew,” she thought, it was a romantic description, but accurate.

“How did you know which plane to meet?” she finally asked.

“Is that all you can say to me after ten years?” he countered, his expression sober.

“Well, this is hardly a conventional reunion,” Michelle said stiffly.

“Hardly,” he murmured, watching her face.

“How did you know which flight?” she repeated.

“I checked around,” he said vaguely.

“What?” she replied.

“I knew the day you were arriving, so I checked the flights coming from Springfield,” he explained inadequately. She saw that he wasn’t going to elaborate, so she didn’t pursue it. She didn’t need any further evidence of a determination she remembered vividly. “It would have been easier if you had just told me,” he suggested, falling into step beside her and taking her overnight bag.

“Did it ever occur to you that I might not want to be met?” Michelle inquired.

“It occurred to me,” he said mildly, shooting her a sidelong glance that Michelle ignored. She marched beside him in silence until he added,”You cut your hair.”

“I cut my hair eight years ago,” she replied crisply.

“I know. I saw the pictures.”

“My father showed them to you?”

“I asked to see them,” he answered.

She let that pass. “How are things at the ranch?”

“All right. The place isn’t the same without your dad.” His voice was tinged with sadness, and Michelle realized that he was grieving, too, perhaps more than she, because he had seen her father every day.

“So you’re a lawyer now,” he said, still trying to make conversation.

“That’s right.”

“Do you like it?”

“I like it well enough.”

“I just can’t picture you doing that,” he said, shaking his head.

“Why not?”

“You were so…delicate,” he said as if that explained his attitude.

“I”m no longer the impulsive child you remember,” Michelle said crisply, not looking at him.

“What a shame,” he said softly. “I liked her quite a lot.”

Michelle stopped short and faced him. “Is that right?” she said tightly. “Funny, that’s not the way I recall it.”

He dropped his eyes. “Michelle, let’s not do this. I get the message. You resent being here and you clearly don’t want to see me. Okay. But there’s no point in denying reality.”

“Which is?” Michelle responded.

“You’re here because we’re getting married. Do you think we can pretend that isn’t true?”

“I’d like to pretend it isn’t true,” she muttered.

He sighed as they got to an escalator to descend to the baggage area. “You don’t have to be so defensive.”

Michelle looked at him, and he met her gaze squarely.

“Oh, this whole thing is so bizarre, ” Michelle mumbled irritably, looking away. “I feel like giving the ranch to a tuna cannery.”

“Gotta marry me first,” Danny said.

Michelle refused to smile.

He waited a moment, then touched her arm.

She stared up into his face. “Michelle look, I know I’m the last man on earth you would marry if it were your choice, but all we have to do is tolerate each other long enough to get through the formalities. That lawyer, Marler, called me, and if we don’t do this, we’re going to spend a long time in court untangling the mess. You understand that better than I do. Let’s take the easy route, okay? I’ll stay out of your way, I promise, and in a couple of months it will be over.”

The easy route? Michelle thought. Easy for him, maybe. “Why did my father set his will up this way?” she asked as they walked to the baggage carousel. “Do you know?”

“He wanted you to be settled, and…” He stopped.

“And?” Michelle replied.

“He always remembered the good influence you were on me that summer our parents got married,” he concluded quietly.

“So he was thinking of you?” Michelle said.

“He was thinking of both of us.”

He pulled her bags from the carousel as they passed. Michelle handed him her stubs as he shouldered her carryall and grabbed a bag with each hand. He showed her tickets to the attendant, and they passed into the throng of milling travelers. “Wait here,” he said abruptly. “I’ll come back for you.” Michelle had no choice but to obey, since he strode away immediately, blending into the crowd.

When he returned her bags were gone and he had a bunch of keys in his hand. “The car is at the door,’ he said and she followed him outside. Michelle climbed in the car when he held the door for her and sat staring straight ahead as he got in beside her, shifted gears and pulled out into the airport traffic. The freeways sped by as he drove efficiently, glancing over at her several times during the ride. As they were approaching the entrance to the ranch he said dryly, “Your spine will snap if you don’t relax.”

“It’s my spine,” Michelle replied evenly. But she did change positions as he drove up the road that wound between the corrals. She leaned forward, looking closely at everything. The redwood fencing she remembered had been replaced by expensive locust wood. The number of horses had doubled, and the whole place looked extremely prosperous. Her father had always made a comfortable living, but this was something else, and Michelle knew it was Danny’s doing. He had, indeed, “taken hold” as her father had said.

“I had Rosa prepare your old room,” he said as they entered. The living room had been redecorated in a breezy patio style, with painted wrought iron tables and white wicker furniture.

“Is Rosa still with you?” Michelle asked, delighted at the prospect of seeing an old friend. They walked down the hall to her old room.

He nodded. “She’ll be in later.” He set her bags on the floor. “I should tell you,” he went on,”we tore down the old guesthouse last year. I’m sleeping across the hall.”

Wonderful, Michelle thought sourly. Well, at least the guesthouse was gone. She had no desire to revisit that scene.

She looked around. The decor in the bedroom, unlike that in the rest of the house, was as she remembered it. She felt a wave of nostalgia for the four poster with the lumpy mattress and the maple rocking chair and the Priscilla curtains at the window.

“I’ve set the civil ceremony for tomorrow morning,” Danny said.

Michelle whirled to face him. “Not wasting any time, are we?” she said sarcastically.

“I thought you would want to get it over with,” he said obviously startled. “We can put the will into probate as soon as the marriage license is certified to the court.”

Michelle put her hand to her forehead wearily. “Yes, of course, you’re right. I’m sorry. I’m afraid this has been a bit much for me.”

“Maybe you’d like to be alone for a while, to get settled in,” he said.

“That’s a good idea,” she replied quickly. “Well, I have some work to do, I’ll ask Rosa to stop in and see you when she comes okay? Thank you,” Michelle listened to his footsteps recede down the hall.

It was obvious that Danny wasn’t going to make reference to the last time they’d seen each other, when she’d crept into his bed and thrown herself at him. Maybe he didn’t remember it as vividly as she did. Maybe he didn’t remember it at all. There must have been a lot of beds and a lot of women since.

Michelle heard a knock at the door. “Michelle, it’s Rosa.” Michelle ran to the door and pulled it wide, embracing the older woman as she stepped in from the hall.

“Rosa, oh, its so good to see you,” she said, standing back and taking a look.

“As beautiful as ever, ” she pronounced. “And you’re too thin,”Rosa replied. “Chili con carne tonight. And my special enchiladas encantadas.”

Michelle laughed. She had kept in touch with Rosa through cards and letters over the years, but had missed her practical no nonsense presence. “How is Pilar?” she asked.

“Raising cain, She starts high school in the fall.”

“High School”, Michelle said wonderingly. When she last saw Rosa’s daughter she was about to enter kindergarten. “I bet she’s gorgeous.”

“Hmmph,” Rosa said, but her pride shone through. “She is. And she knows it.” Rosa glanced over her shoulder. “Did you see Danny?”

Michelle nodded. “He picked me up at the airport.”

“How did that go?” Rosa asked in a low tone. Michelle shrugged and sat on the bed, gesturing for Rosa to join her.

“I don’t know. It’s impossible to tell what he’s thinking. At least we didn’t come to blows in the arrival lounge.”

“I”m relieved to hear it.”

“I suppose you know about the will”, Michelle said, Rosa nodded. “Can you believe my father did that? ”

“What I can’t believe is that you’re going along with it, ” Rosa said frankly.

Michelle threw up her hands. “What can I do? Challenging it would be worse. Do you think I’d be here if there were any other way out of this?”

Rosa fingered the design on the bedspread. “There was a time when marrying Danny Santos would have been your heart’s desire,” she said slowly.

“That time has passed”, Michelle said dryly. “Rosa, can you imagine how I feel? The last time I saw Danny I made a complete fool of myself. Now Dad’s will is compelling me to marry him, a prospect no more pleasing to him than it is to me, I’m sure. It’s just awful.”

“Are you sure? That it’s awful? To him I mean,” Rosa said carefully.

Michelle stood and began to pace the room. “Rosa he doesn’t want me. He made that clear the night I left here ten years ago.”

“Look at this place,” Rosa said making a sweeping gesture to indicate the whole ranch. “Danny did this. After Carmen died, your father didn’t care what happened. The bills wouldn’t even have been paid if it weren’t for Danny. He took over did everything. Gradually your father regained  interest, and when he saw how well Danny was doing, Ed just let him keep on running things.”

“I knew Dad took Carmen’s death hard,” Michelle said thoughtfully. “I always felt bad that I missed the funeral. I was having final exams when she went into the hospital, so Dad didn’t tell me. He didn’t want to disturb my concentration. By the time Exam week was over, she was dead and buried.”

“There was nothing you could have done. Ed and Danny went around this place for weeks like a couple of wounded animals in a cave. The difference was that Ed couldn’t work and Danny did nothing else but. He drove himself to exhaustion every night.”

“I would have thought he’d drink himself into bed,” Michelle said.

Rosa shook her head.”No more. Michelle, your relationship with him ten years ago was special, and for Danny, very unusual. Even I could see that. You affected him, he listened to you when no one, not even his mother, could get his attention. Maybe it ended badly for whatever reason, but I don’t think you can go from that to the emotional indifference of a business relationship just because you’re both a little older.”

She spent the dinner hour with Rosa, and as expected, Danny did not appear. After Rosa left, Michelle felt as though she was rattling around in the house with the ghosts of her father and Carmen whispering in the shadows, so she went outside and sat on the patio. The last time she was on the terrace it had been strung with lights for a night barbecue over the Labor Day weekend. Her father had cooked burgers with long handled tools, wearing an apron that said Too Mangy Broths Spoil the Cook. Carmen had made her Lemon-lime iced tea, and Michelle had worn her sky blue bathing suit with the navy trim.

It was so hard to accept that they were both dead now and that she was here on this fool’s errand. Her eyes filled with tears and she wiped at them awkwardly, ashamed of her weakness.

She went to bed around 11. Sleep would not come. She dozed fitfully for short intervals and finally gave up after a couple of hours. She rose and put on a bathrobe to go to the kitchen for a cup of tea. She stopped on the threshold. Danny was sitting at the table, his shirt off and draped on the chair back, a half empty glass cradled in his hands. Michelle hadn’t heard him come in and had assumed that he was out somewhere enjoying his last night of “freedom”.

He looked up as she entered and then stood, kicking the chair out of his way. “I’ll go ” he said shortly.

“That’s not necessary,” Michelle replied, determined not to let him see how much he still got to her. “This is your house too. If we can’t learn to coexist in it, this arrangement we’ve planned will never work.” He didn’t reply but sat down again, leaning back and taking another sip of his drink. Michelle went to the stove and got the kettle, filling it with water and putting it on to boil. When she turned to look at him, he was sitting with his head bent, staring into the portion of amber liquid that remained in his glass. She was facing his back. His hair, which she remembered as curling against his neck, was cropped shorter now. She was seized with he sudden urge to touch it, and she shoved her hands into the pockets of her robe.

“Couldn’t sleep?” he said without looking at her.

“No, I couldn’t”.

“Is that because you were worried about me?” he asked flatly.

“Worried?” Michelle said uncomprehendingly.

He turned. “Worried about having me in this house, that I might bother you,” he said.

It was the last thing she had expected him to say, and she was to startled that she replied frankly, “Danny, I’m not worried. I remember all too well that where I’m concerned, your self control is second to none.” She saw his face the impact of her careless statement. If she’d thought he might not remember that night in the guesthouse ten years earlier, she saw now that she was wrong. He flushed a dull red, and he stood again, his half naked body looming large and formidable in the small kitchen.

“Good,” he said huskily. “Because I want to make something clear before we go ahead with this. I was going to tell you in the morning, but I might as well say it now.”

Michelle waited, her fingers clenching inside her pockets.

“I’m not going to take advantage of this situation”, he said. “You’ll stay in your own room, and I’ll keep away from you. I realize that a beautiful, successful woman like you has her own life, and I won’t interfere. The only thing between us is the piece of paper we’ll get tomorrow, and when all this is over you can go right back to what you left.”

“Fine,” Michelle said softly. He finished his drink in one gulp, as if glad to have that speech behind him. He walked past her to the sink and set the glass on the drain board.

“I’ll see you in the morning”, he said. “The appointment as city hall is at nine o’clock.” He left the room, and a second later she heard his door shut down the hall.

So he wasn’t as cool about all of this as he’d seemed at the airport, she thought. It gave her some satisfaction that he was losing sleep over the situation, too, that it wasn’t some minor annoyance he could dismiss. Rosa had said he changed, and maybe he had. Michelle went back to bed, passing Danny’s door quickly. She didn’t lie awake this time, but fell into a dreamless slumber.

Danny listened to the faint sounds Michelle made as she settled into her room and tried not to picture what she was wearing or not wearing under her robe when she removed it for bed. This was going to be even more difficult than he’d thought. When he had first heard about Ed’s will he wasn’t exactly surprised. He always suspected that Ed knew he’d fallen in love with Michelle all those years ago and respected him for letting her go. Maybe this was Ed’s way of paying him back, giving him another shot at the prize. Except the prize wasn’t entirely in the mood to cooperate. Danny couldn’t blame Michelle for being angry. The terms of the will were weird, and on top of that she had the memory of his behavior toward her on the night before she left for home. She didn’t know how much he’d wanted her to stay, all she recalled was the bitterness of rejection. But did she have to be so beautiful, he thought, in agony at the prospect of trying to keep his hands off her for the next couple of months. The puppy prettiness of her teen years had matured into a fine porcelain loveliness that took his breath away. He’d recognized her immediately at the airport, she was the Michelle he remembered, and then some. And now, of course, she was old enough to love. Had he spoiled that chance forever? he wondered. Did she have someone back in Springfield? Probably. He couldn’t picture her spending her nights with frozen dinners and metromedia movies. That thought did not comfort him, and he punched the pillow behind his head, abandoning the idea of sleep.

Michelle’s Wardrobe Red Outfit

November 16, 2015
Michelle waiting for Danny 1st day

Michelle waiting for Danny 1st day

One of the things that I really appreciate about the wardrobe at Guiding Light was that they really acted like characters had a wardrobe. Quite often you see characters wearing clothes repeatedly. This was even true across actresses. Wardrobes changed, of course, but they made an effort to keep some clothes the same. I decided it might be fun to put together some cases where I think they are trying to match clothes. Tonight is my first entry.

This is one of my all time favorite outfits. It looks gorgeous on both Joie and Nancy. I’d really like to have one of these myself. The photo of Joie is on the day of the Water Glass scene. The photo of Nancy is from the beginning of Danny’s trial for killing Carmen. Danny Trial

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Danny Trial Part 1 July 10 – 11 2001

November 13, 2015

Tues., July 10, 2001 – At the Courthouse: Gus arrives at the courthouse and sees Danny and Michelle sitting on a bench outside. He calls them Bonnie and Clyde. Danny tells Gus he has faith in the system if not some of the people in it, so he is looking forward to the trial. Gus turns to Ray and tells him he better pray for his cousin. Ray, Danny and Michelle go inside. DA Doris Wolfe makes her opening statement and tells the jurors that she plans to show that Danny killed his mother when she refused to let him take the family business into another direction. She goes on to tell them that Danny has a violent history and would take his mother out just like any other person. She says that the defense will try to paint Danny as a family man but his mother’s body was recovered with a bullet that perfectly matched the gun Danny kept in his bedside table. She passes to Ross who tells the Judge that he will wait until later to do his opening statements. Both the judge and Doris think this is strange. The judge reminds Ross that this is a capitol case, but Ross holds firm. Doris thinks Ross knows his client is guilty. Michelle and Ray are startled as well. After the judge calls a recess, Ross: “Do you trust me?” Danny: “Yea, I do.” Ross tells Michelle and Ray to trust him, Danny tells them that he already does. When court reconvenes, Gus is called as the first witness. Danny Trial

Wed., July 11, 2001 – At the Courthouse: Doris questions Gus and he tells her that he had been investigating the Santos family for over 4 years and through bugs placed at the home of Danny Santos he learned about the inconsistencies of his mother’s death. After an anonymous tip he went to the docks and recovered the body of Carmen Santos along with a bullet that was embedded in the remains. The bullet that was recovered from the body was fired from Danny’s gun. Gus continues making prejudicial remarks  and the Judge is surprised Ross didn’t object. Ross tells him that Gus’s prejudicial remarks can be seen by him and the jury so there is no need to object. DA Wolfe insists that Gus is in no way biased in this case. During cross-examination, Ross asks Gus if he is in charge of all aspects of the Santos case. Gus tells him that he is. Ross asks if certain details aren’t usually left to the local cops. Gus says usually but in this case, he handled all the evidence and double-checked it himself. Ross wants Gus subject to recall and then dismisses him. Gus: “How does it feel to defend a lost cause?” Michelle hears the crack and Ray has to restrain her. (Gus doesn’t realize it, but he’s made a BAD mistake.) He goes to sit directly behind Blake and whispers to him that he is having a great day so far. Doris calls the medical examiner and asks about the body. He tells her that it was mostly skeletal remains but with the jewelry and dental records she was positively identified as Carmen Santos. Ross tells them he has no questions.
Doris has a forensic expert on the stand talking about the ballistic report on the bullet retrieved. He tells her that it was a perfect match to Danny’s gun. Again Ross has no questions and everyone in the gallery is surprised. Michelle questions Ross and Ross asks Danny to take a look at the jury and tell him his impressions. Danny said they look like they want to throw him in jail. Ross asks if they look curious and Danny tells him they do. Ross tells him that is what they want. Geraldo (name from summary, I don’t know his name) is a Santos flunky with a big mouth who has copped a plea. Doris questions Geraldo about Maria telling Danny where Michelle was at the dock and he had better get to her if he wants to save her. Doris: “Did you or did you not overhear Maria Santos telling Danny Santos that he would find his wife, Michelle, down at docks. In fact that Michelle was there praying he’d get there in time.” Again, Ross has no questions. Doris tells the judge that she has ran out of witnesses and will have to ask for an adjournment until the morning. The judge grants it. Gus tells Doris that Ross realizes he has a lost cause. Doris tells him that Ross doesn’t play that way and he had better be sure that they have the right man on trial. Blake tells Ross that whatever he has on his mind is making everyone keep guessing. He tells her that is what he wants. Blake wonders why Gus has such a vendetta against Danny. Ross tells Blake to stay away from Gus, but Blake has her own plan to investigate and help Danny.

Michelle returns home to find that Phillip has let himself in waiting for Rick. Phillip is reading Danny’s pregnancy and infants books he was looking at before the trial. I think the Phillip-Danny relationship is more fully developed, but occasional nice little scenes like this underline the fact that Phillip sees Michelle as his little sister too. (Part 1) (Part 2)

My Comments: I still can’t get over Gus waltzing into the Bauer-Santos house during the Bauer BBQ. I’m still livid about it. I know he’s chasing Harley, but honestly there SHOULD be limits. I wish we’d gotten a shot of what Gus saw coming off the elevator before they moved. I bet Michelle and Danny were great on that bench. Gus really is an idiot. Danny is trying to to exert his full power and let the system work, but he’s ticked off Michelle. Did you see that look she shot him? Michelle is done being afraid. She furious now and he’d better watch out.

Doris is right about weighting down the body, but Danny had his reasons. Someone killing to take over an organization and then totally walking away though that’s a hard case to prove. Plus it’s always dangerous to say something is a perfect match because the smallest imperfection then is room for doubt.

Ross reserving his opening statement forever is a classic Perry Mason move and not something strange, but you would have thought he’d have discussed it with Michelle first. Ross really has got the jury wondering and he’s definitely giving Gus enough rope to hang himself and get Danny off. I really love how Ross is always making notes on his legal pads like he really needs to remember what the witnesses said and doesn’t have it all spelled out in a script. I’m really glad that Blake is involved in exposing Gus because Michelle and her are step-sisters and I like it when they play that connection even if they never talk about it.

Is it just me or would Doris’s question to Geraldo about Danny going to rescue his wife support what she assumes the defense’s case would argue and counter her argument that Danny killed Carmen out of cold-blooded ambition? Doris is finally showing her well-known brains by questioning whether Danny is guilty after all because Ross has something.

As a last thing I want to point out Michelle is wearing one of my all time favorite Michelle outfits. Look at it, it’s gorgeous.

Robansuefarm is the handle of one of Manny and Guiding Light‘s biggest fans following in her family’s footsteps of Guiding Light fandom since 1939. This blog is an effort to make it easy to find Guiding Light and especially Manny online. Check back here for her blog, find fanfic previews and fake WSPR newscasts on her YouTube, find podcasts that look back to old shows and audios of her fanfics on Blog Talk Radio, and finally follow her on Twitter and Facebook.

Marriage of Convenience By ‘J’ Chapter 7

November 13, 2015

Republisher’s Note: We finish up the flashback tonight and find out why Michelle is so horrified at the thought of marrying Danny.

Marriage of Convenience By ‘J’ Chapter 7

Things changed after that night. Danny’s drinking and fighting tailed off to nothing, so much so that Ed remarked on it, but Michelle couldn’t enjoy his new pattern. Danny had told her that she was riding well enough now to go out on her own, and he restricted the lessons to once a week in the area of the ranch where they were always observed. Michelle, of course, was in love.

Danny had unwittingly done the one thing that was guaranteed to intensify her feelings for him, expose her to his personality, which in non-threating circumstances was his old, winning one, without any physical involvement, for which she was not ready. Her life became their rides together, the intervals between them a time of waiting.

Michelle was amazed a Danny’s tenacity. He had made up his mind about their relationship, and he stuck to his resolution. Before she met Danny, honor had been an abstract concept, but his behavior with her gave new meaning to the word. She knew intuitively underneath his distant exterior he wanted to carry things further between them, but it was clear that he never would. Which gave her the idea that she might have to take matters into her own hands.

One evening at the end of August, Michelle talked Danny into a ride up into the foothills just as the sun was setting. She knew that he gave in because she was leaving in just a few days, but she planned to make the most of their time together. Danny had been working all day, and he was tired. He led the way up the scrubby path they had followed before to a small mesa where they stopped to rest. They tied the horses to a locust tree and sat admiring the view. The whole valley was spread out like a carpet at their feet, the crimson sky fading as stars appeared and lights blinked on below them. “I never get tired of this sight,” Danny said with satisfaction, lying back with his arms folded beneath his head.

“I know what you mean. There’s nothing like it back in Springfield, that I can tell you,” Michelle glanced over at him. “Will you miss me when I go home?” she asked softly.

“We all will,” he replied noncommittally.

“I wish I didn’t have to go,” she said.

“You shouldn’t bypass college. Your father and brother agreed that you would live with your brother for the first couple of years.”

“You seem to know a lot about it,” Michelle commented.

“Your father told me.”

“Have you two been discussing me?” Michelle asked suspiciously.

“A little.”

“What does that mean?” Michelle asked.

“It means that we’re both concerned about you.”

“Well, don’t be concerned about me,” Michelle said huffily. He sounded like a guidance counselor.

“You should be glad that people are interested in you.”

“I don’t want people interested in me, I want YOU interested in me,” she replied. There, she had said it.

“I am.”

“You know what I mean,” Michelle said.

“It’s getting late,” he said, standing up. “We’d better go back.”

“Danny, I’m going to be gone next week. Can’t you sit here for once and listen to me?”

He sat. “I’m listening,” he said.

“Will you write to me when I leave?” she asked.

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea, Michelle,” he replied.


“The purpose behind going to college is to meet new people, guys your own age, and I think you should concentrate on that.”

“I thought the purpose of college was to get an education.”

“That too,” he said stretching out.

“Are you telling me that I won’t hear from you after I go?” she asked disbelievingly.

“That’s probably best.”

“Best for who? For you, because you want to get rid of the kid and go back to chasing people like Eloise Randall?”

He looked at her, then away. “You don’t’ know what you’re talking about,” he said flatly.

“You like her better than you like me. I’m sure she’s mature and grown up and responsible, right? You won’t be packing her off to college.”

“Shut up”. Michelle stared at him, amazed. He was furious, and she felt like crying.

“Why won’t you write to me when I leave?’ she said desperately.

“Drop it.”

“Why are you always in charge?” she demanded. “Why do you always make all the decisions?”

He wouldn’t answer, just sat looking out over the valley. The moon had risen and his clean profile was etched in silver as she watched him.

“You were the last thing I expected to happen to me this summer,” he finally said thoughtfully. “When I came here I was running away. From the life, from the past. From the pictures in my head…”

“Pictures?” Michelle asked.

“Memories.” He looked back at the view. Michelle nestled against him, and to her surprise he allowed her to remain. They sat still for a long time, and she inched closer, pressing into him. Finally, he stirred, sighing, and nuzzled her neck. She leaned back and he bent his head, opening his mouth against her breasts, wet heat burning through the cloth that covered them in a gesture that was frankly sexual. Michelle gasped aloud and he pulled away.

“Scared?” he said hoarsely. She couldn’t answer. “Isn’t that what you wanted?” he demanded. “Don’t’ play with me, or you might get what you’re asking for.” He stood up.


“No more, ” he said huskily. “Let’s go”.

“Danny, wait…”

“Michelle, I mean it. I’ll leave you here if you don’t get on that horse.” She obeyed meekly, still stunned by the impact of those few seconds when he had responded to her. They rode back to the house in silence, and Danny went immediately to the guesthouse.

Michelle knew that Danny would never lower his guard again, and she saw herself going back to Springfield and being cut off from him forever. She had to do something about it, but the opportunity didn’t present itself until the night before she was to depart. Her bags were packed and waiting at the door. Her father was planning to drive her to the airport in the morning, and they all had a family dinner at the house to say goodbye.

Danny was very quiet during the meal, and anyone could see that he wasn’t happy. Michelle allowed this to encourage her in her plans, and when he took her aside after dinner she played along.

“Well, I guess this is it,”he said. “You’ll be leaving tomorrow.”

She nodded. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Okay,” he agreed. He looked at her closely, as if surprised by her acquiescence. He was wearing a yellow shirt that set off his dark good looks, a  recent haircut had left him looking better than usual. “See ya,” he said and left by the kitchen door.

Ed and Carmen went to the store, and Michelle stayed to help Rosa clean up. When they left Rosa inquired “What are you going to do?” She didn’t have to elaborate, Rosa was Michelle’s confidante and had closely followed her developing relationship with Danny.

“I don’t know,” Michelle said, rinsing cups in the sink.

“You’ve got a plan?”

“I’m thinking about trying something,” Michelle replied. Rosa wiped her soapy hands on a dishcloth and took Michelle’s chin in her fingers. “You listen to me, be careful. I know how you feel, it wasn’t so long ago for me, but you could make a mistake now that could ruin your whole future.”

“But Rosa,” Michelle said. “You saw how he was tonight. He’s just going to let me go”.

“And maybe that’s for the best,” Rosa said, nodding. “Sometimes in life the timing is just not right”.

Michelle didn’t answer, and when her father returned she went to her room, saying she had some last minute packing to do.

By midnight, the house was quiet. Rosa had gone home without further conversation, and Ed and Carmen had retired early to prepare for the drive in the morning. Michelle took a shower and washed her hair, then dressed in her best nightgown and applied perfume to her wrists and throat. When she felt that she was ready, she slipped out of her bedroom, pausing to listen in the hall, her heart pounding, before she hurried out of the house and down the lane to the guesthouse for the last time.

The night was cool and breezy, with a full moon that illuminated Michelle’s path as she walked. The fresh scent of the citrus trees hung in the air, and the dew on the grass soaked her ankles, dampening the hem of her gossamer gown. She ran lightly up the steps to the guesthouse and opened the door.

Danny was asleep on his side in a shaft of moonlight, his bare torso visible above the muslin sheet drawn down below his waist. Michelle stood next to the bed and studied him, aware that this might be her only chance to do so. Michelle moved closer, her fingers itching with the urge to touch. She could see only one side of his face, the luxurious lashes, the strong nose, the full lower lip that still bore a faint mark from his last fight. His hair, wavy and curling inward at the tips, lay against the base of his neck in a series of elongated commas. She touched one of them gingerly. He didn’t move. Trembling, Michelle raised the sheet and crawled in beside him. His body heat, trapped by the cotton cover, radiated around her, and she could see beads of perspiration dappling his shoulder blades. He must have been asleep for some time.

Michelle put her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. He stirred, murmuring in his sleep, and turned toward her, slipping his arm under her. He was naked. She had never felt a nude man all along the length of her, and she shuddered with the sensation as he took charge of the situation, pulling her on top of him. He ran his hands down her body, his eyes still closed, and searched in the dark for her mouth with his. She had dreamed of kissing him for so long that the reality was like a dream, too, the surprising softness of his lips, the vise of his arms binding her to him, his sigh of gratification as her mouth opened to admit his probing tongue. It was more wonderful than she had ever imagined. Before this, she had kissed only high school boys, who didn’t know what they were doing. Even asleep Danny knew what he was doing.

His mouth moved to her neck and he plucked at the folds of her gown, obviously searching for the way to remove it. Michelle shifted to accommodate him, and he moaned, clutching her tightly as he felt her slip into the cradle of his hips. He turned and rolled her under him, kissing her breasts through the thin batiste night dress, raising her nipples with his tongue. Michelle whimpered, throwing her head back as he pressed into her, and she felt him ready against  her thigh.

“Danny”, she whispered feverishly. “Oh Danny, I love you.”

Her voice seemed to trigger some sort of recognition within him, and he sat up abruptly, pushing her away from him.

“My God, Michelle, what are you doing?” he gasped, struggling out of the half sleep in which she had caught him.

“Making love to you,” she replied, trying to wind her arms around his neck again.

He held her off, trapping both of her wrists in one of his hands. “Go back to the house,” he said harshly. His breath was coming in short bursts, and she could see his pulse pumping madly in his throat.

“Let me stay,” she pleaded, kissing the only part of him she could reach, which was his left bicep. “You want me, I know you do. You can’t deny it now.”

Danny looked at her, so soft and pliant and scented in his bed, wearing two ounces of nothing, her pale hair aglow in the moonlight streaming through his window. He wanted her more than she could ever guess. He wanted her unstained soul as much as he wanted her body, but he was about to do the most unselfish thing he had ever done, though he knew she wouldn’t see it that way.

“Get out of here now,” he said turning his head. “I don’t’ want you and never have. You’re a baby, and I need a real woman. Go back home to school and play with your pencil box.”

Michelle stared at him, stunned. “But you just now….” she began.

“Just now you could have been anyone. I was asleep, you became part of my dream. You were a female body in bed with me like one of the whores I use to sleep with. I’m a man, what do you expect?”

“Then, you don’t….care about me?” Michelle asked, the threat of tears trembling in her voice. Danny steeled himself. He had to be convincing or she would never make a clean break.

“You were all right to pass the time,” he replied neutrally. ” I had nothing better to do this summer”.

Michelle tore away from him and bolted from the bed, her bare feet slapping the floor, her nightgown flying. Danny didn’t look after her, but remained staring at her abandoned slippers upside down on the floor, waiting for his heartbeat to return to normal. He would always remember the look on her face as she reacted to his cruel words. He felt his own throat tighten with unshed tears. God, he had hurt her. But, he had no choice. Or did he?

He stood abruptly, thrusting his hands through his damp hair. She had really worked him up, he was still charged, jittery. He went to the window and gulped the night air. If only she knew his real feelings. The truth was that he was desperate to keep her from leaving and had spent long hours that evening by himself in the guesthouse, wondering what to do. He had just gone to sleep exhausted when he couldn’t think about it anymore, and had awakened to find her in his bed.

He sat down again, dispiritedly. He shouldn’t deprive Michelle of her chance to get an education, see the world, perhaps meet another man far more suitable than himself. He was her first love, and he wanted to be her only one, but he knew that she couldn’t make an informed choice until she was older and more experienced. It wasn’t fair of him to pick her off the tree before anyone else got into the orchard.

All of these things he knew, but what he wanted was to run after her and keep her for himself. Instead he sat up until daybreak, feeling more lonely and bereft than he ever had in his life.

Michelle spent a sleepless night also, crying intermittently. She wound up putting ice packs on her eyes at six in the morning to reduce the redness and swelling before Carmen and Ed saw her. She dressed as the sun rose. She forced down some breakfast, said her goodbyes to Carmen and Rosa and the other people on the ranch and climbed into the car with her father. Her eyes filmed over again as they drove down the road that ran between the corrals, and she turned her head so her father wouldn’t see. She didn’t notice Danny standing just inside the stable door, watching her leave, his expression bleak.

She never saw him again……….

Manny’s First Steps

November 12, 2015
Danny Bartender Speech

Danny Bartender Speech

November 1998 was the start of the wonderful couple we know as Manny. Michelle had always been a favorite of mine, although I was definitely sick of Rebecca Budig’s saccharine version. (I know other people liked her a lot and I don’t want to offend anyone, but honestly I have NO idea how anyone does). When I watched Joie Lenz do one of the Reva clones I was totally blown away. When I heard SHE was the one coming in to become Michelle I did a literal happy dance. I mean I really got up and danced and hopped around I was SO excited. Rebecca’s Michelle got attacked by Mick one day and Joie’s Michelle picked it up right there the next. She had gotten Michelle from the very first scene and I was SO happy that my spunky, smart, brave Michelle was back (that’s how she had always been played before the deviation).

Then a cocky handsome stranger came into Millennium and started doing 1930s screwball comedy level bantering with Michelle and my heart was lost.

Michelle waiting for Danny 1st day

Michelle waiting for Danny 1st day

At roughly 5 minutes we see Danny’s first scenes and then we see Michelle flashing back to her first scenes as Michelle at roughly 6 minutes.

Then we’re treated to a nice conversation showing how Jesse doesn’t understand Michelle. Then at about 8 minutes we hear Danny’s great bar-tending monologue.

Danny: It’s going to be tough to sell drinks without a bartender…You need a drink jockey you got one…I can make a martini that James Bond would die for, shaken not stirred. I can also whip up a Black Russian, a Pink Lady, a Yellow Bird. I don’t just do colors I do places a Manhattan, Singapore Sling, a Cuba Libre….You can’t turn me down, Drew.

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Marriage of Convenience By ‘J’ Chapter 5

November 11, 2015

Republisher’s Note: We continue with Michelle’s flashback to the summer she spent on Ed Bauer and his new wife Carmen’s ranch and met….Danny.

Marriage of Convenience By ‘J’ Chapter 5

They got on either side of Danny and walked him back to the guesthouse. Ed shoved Danny into the bathroom, and Michelle heard some thumping noises while her father got him undressed and into the shower. After a minute Ed emerged, looking slightly rumpled but pleased.

“He’s coming out of it, the cold water is doing the trick,” Ed reported. “The kitchen is right in there, Michelle. Why don’t you fix him some coffee? Make him a strong cup and help him get ready when he comes out. His suit is all right but I’ll have to send for a shirt and tie with Rosa. Okay Honey, thanks a lot. I’ll see you back at the house.” Her father fled.

She was heating water for coffee when the bathroom door opened and Danny emerged, surrounded by a cloud of steam.

“How are you feeling?” Michelle asked.

He thumbed his damp hair back from his face. “Foolish”, he said shortly. He had a white towel wrapped around his hips.

“I’m making you some coffee,” Michelle said.

“Thanks.” He sat on the edge of the bed and put his head in his hands. He looked so defeated and alone that her heart went out to him.

Michelle walked over and sat next to him. After a moment she put a tentative hand on his shoulder. His flesh was cool on the surface from the water, but warm underneath. He looked up, his dark, dark lashes still tangled and wet from the shower. “I don’t think I can face this,” he whispered.

The naked vulnerability in his expression took her by surprise, he seemed like a person who would keep such feelings to himself. But she had seen too much in the past hour to be fooled by his false bravado, and perhaps he knew that.

“Yes, you can,” she said quietly.

“You really know your father’s gone when you see your mother marrying somebody else,” he muttered.

“You miss him a lot don’t you?”

He didn’t answer.

“I think I know how you’re feeling,” she said.

He studied her intently. “You do?”

She nodded. “It’s hard for me to see my father marrying again too. My mother died when I was 12, and it was very painful for me. Kids always have this fantasy about their parents being happy and together forever, you know?” She stopped and concluded, “It’s hard for me to face this, too.”

He sighed brokenly, his gaze focused on the floor.

“Let me bring you that coffee,” Michelle said quickly, rising to get it. She handed him the cup and he downed half of it in one swallow.

“You’re pretty grown up for a little girl,” he observed, looking at her. Michelle didn’t reply.

“I’m sorry that you had to see this,” he went on, shaking his head. “Sometimes I just can’t seem to….” His voice trailed off into silence.

“It’s all right,” Michelle said reassuringly. “Nobody knows but my father and me.”

“I’m such a jerk,” he said closing his eyes. “I really didn’t want to ruin this for my mother.”

“You won’t,” Michelle said firmly. “There’s still time. Now get dressed and we’ll go.”

He nodded, swallowing the rest of the coffee, and rose, grabbing his clothes. He went back into the bathroom and emerged seconds later wearing his suit pants, with the jacket over his arm. A knock came at the door. Michelle opened it to admit Rosa, who took the scene at a glance an raised her eyes heavenward. Mr. Bauer said to give you this,” she declaimed, handing Michelle a folded shirt and tie.

“Thank you,” Michelle said, taking the bundle. She looked back at Danny. “Rosa this is just…I mean, we’re…”

“I don’t want to hear,” Rosa said, holding up her hand and turning to pull the door closed behind her.

“Smart woman”, Danny said dryly. He took the shirt and slipped into it, buttoning it hastily, it hung on his slim frame and the collar was too big. He stuffed the loose folds into his pants and knotted the tie tightly under the collar. “How do I look?” he asked, putting on his jacket and turning to face her.

“Very handsome,” Michelle said truthfully.

He came to her and took her face between his hands, kissing the tip of her nose briefly. “You’re a sweet girl”, he said. “A liar, but a sweet girl.” She smiled at him. “Now let’s get a move on before Mother sends out the National Guard,” he said briskly.

They ran back to the main house and entered just as the minister was arriving. “There you are!”  Carmen said as they walked into the living room. Her forced smile became genuine when she saw her son. She took his boutonniere from a box on the coffee table and fastened it to his lapel, giving Michelle a frown. “Look your hair’s still wet” she said, brushing back a lock of it as she stepped away from him.

“Everything looks great,” Danny said. The whole room was banked with flowers, the dining table ablaze with candles and loaded with fool. The well dressed guests were milling about, drinks in hand.

“It sure does,” Michelle seconded. “And so do you,” Michelle said.

“Would you like a drink?” Carmen said to her son. Danny looked at Michelle, who glanced away.

“No thanks,” Danny said.

“Here you are, Michelle,” she handed Michelle an arrangement of irises and carnations, “Blue and white, as requested.”

“Thank you.”

Everyone assembled in the living room. The ceremony was mercifully short, and Danny said the right things at the right time. Afterward, during the flurry of congratulations, Danny sidled up to Michelle in the dinning room and said, “We made it.”

“Yes, we did,” she agreed, smiling.

“Thanks to you,” he added. “That’s twice you took care of me in two days. Are you a ministering angel in disguise?”

“Maybe,” Michelle said mysteriously.

“Then its a bad disguise, ” Danny said, popping a Swedish meatball into his mouth. “You look to much like an angel in it.”

Charmed into silence, Michelle didn’t know what to say. Before she could reply, he was talking to somebody else.

“How did I do?” Michelle’s father asked behind her.

“You’re a star,” she said kissing him.

A friend of Ed’s came over to be introduced, and by the time Michelle looked around for Danny, all that was visible was his back disappearing through the front door. He was following a young woman in a red dress.

“Daddy?” Michelle said.

Her father turned, “What honey?”

“Who was the girl in the red dress? She was standing next to the fireplace during the ceremony.”

“Oh, that was Josh Randall’s daughter. He runs the local feed supply house. She works in the office.”

Michelle watched for the rest of the afternoon, but Danny did not return. Her father and Carmen went to bed around midnight, after everyone had gone home, and Michelle did the same a few minutes later. She slept fitfully and woke just before dawn. Danny’s car was still gone.


For the next couple of weeks, Michelle saw Danny around the ranch but rarely spoke to him. He would wave or gesture to her when he saw her, but his days were occupied with working under her father’s supervision, and he took his meals elsewhere.

At night he would vanish. Carmen said to her friends on the phone that she’d had reports he was patronizing the local bars, and expression that Michelle had previously heard only in the movies. And on the weekends, he would disappear from Friday evening until Monday morning.

Michelle heard her father telling Carmen to leave Danny alone, not to interfere, and her stepmother seemed to be taking the advice.

Michelle’s birthday came at the end of the month. Ed and Carmen had a horse show in the afternoon, but they were planning to return to take Michelle out to dinner in the evening. They had made a reservation in a fancy restaurant, and Michelle was planning to wear her blue dress. Sans Jacket. She had been working on her tan, spending her afternoons by the pool. Her hair had lightened a shade and her skin had a healthy glow. Her father had remarked jokingly that it was a shame there were no suitable young men around to appreciate her. Michelle agreed. She was polishing her nails when the phone rang on the afternoon of her birthday. “Hello,” Michelle, said picking up the receiver. It was Rosa’s day off and, anyway, she couldn’t get used to having a housekeeper answer the phone.

“Hi, it’s Carmen. Listen, this auction is running much later than we thought it would, and the horse your father is waiting for is scheduled for last. We’re not going to make it back to take you out for dinner. I hope you don’t mind.”

“That’s okay,” Michelle said, trying to keep the disappointment out of her voice.

“But, I called Daniel at the guesthouse, and he’s going to take you. I hope you don’t mind.”

Michelle hesitated. That was certainly a switch.

“I already called the restaurant and changed the reservation from three to two people. It’s for eight o’clock, so I told Daniel you’d better leave by seven thirty.”

“Fine,” Michelle answered. What else could she say? Michelle hung up. The prospect of spending an evening with Danny was a little unnerving.

Danny walked through the door at seven fifteen. She was wearing mascara and eyeliner, which her brother did not allow, and had put her hair up in a chignon. She was feeling very nervous but wanted to put on a brave face. He was wearing slacks with a navy blazer. He stopped short when he saw Michelle. His eyes raked over her from head to food and returned to her face. “Where did you get that dress?” he said.

“This is the dress I was wearing at the wedding,” she said, bewildered.

“It didn’t look like that before,” he said.

“I had the jacket on then,” Michelle said.

“Put it on now,” Danny replied.

“Why?” She asked, disappointed that he didn’t like her outfit. She could understand why his mother worried about him. He was certainly mercurial.

He shrugged. “Have it your way. Well, I guess we’d better get going. I promised Mother I’d have you there by eight.” His manner was less than enthusiastic.

“Don’t do me any favors.” Michelle mumbled under her breath.

“What?” he said watching her.

“Never mind.” He probably had to break a hot date to take the brat stepsister to dinner, she thought unhappily.

“Then let’s just go, okay?” he said.

It was a strained ride to the restaurant. Despite his apology, Danny was still jumpy, and after a few faltering attempts at conversation, Michelle gave up, sitting in silence until the attendant had taken the car and they were inside the restaurant. They arrived on time and were seated immediately.

The wine list was propped on a silver stand, and when the waiter arrived he asked, “Will there be anything to drink?”

“I’ll have bourbon, straight up, and you can bring this young lady a soda,’ Danny said to the man.

“Yes sir,” he answered, smiling , and left.

“Do you think you should be drinking?” Michelle asked, concerned.

“Yes,” he replied shortly.

Swell, Michelle thought. This duty is so onerous he had to fortify himself to get through it.

Their order arrived, and Michelle sipped her soda, examining the menu the waiter brought. Everything was in Italian.

“Need a little help?” Danny asked, noticing her expression.

“I suppose so,” she admitted.

“Carmen told me that you like Italian food,” he said.

“I do,”… I just don’t know I had to be Italian to get some, Michelle added silently.

“I speak Italian. I’ve known it all my life. Do you want me to order for you?”

“Okay,” Michelle said.

“What would you like?” Danny said.

“A shrimp cocktail and veal parmigiana,” she said.

When the waiter returned, Danny ordered for both of them.

“How did you learn to speak Italian?” She asked feeling as if she were extracting every word from him with pliers.

“My father was from Italy,” he said briefly.”I grew up speaking Italian and English. I use English all the time now, Mother knows little Italian.”

Michelle watched Danny push his salad around on his plate before she said, “Danny, what’s wrong?”

He looked up as if remembering that she was there.

“Are you unhappy because your mother forced you to bring me here?” she asked miserably.

His face went blank, and then he looked concerned. “Oh, no it has nothing to do with you.”

“Then what is it? Can’t you tell me?”

He sighed. “I found out this afternoon that I’m not going back to California, to help run my Uncle’s business. I thought I could
spend the summer here and go back in September, but my uncle thinks I’m turning against him. It’s a long story, Michelle.”

“Oh,” she said softly.

“So it’s take your father’s charity or be out on the street,” he added bitterly.

“It isn’t charity, Danny!” Michelle said outraged. “He needs the help, he told me so, and you’re working very hard.”

“I wouldn’t have the work if I weren’t Carmen’s son,” he said stubbornly, finishing his drink.

“So what, you’re not goldbricking, you’re earning every penny.”

“You don’t understand,” he said. “The work in California, is my kind of work. It’s what I know how to do best. I was trying to help my uncle get his business straight. I wanted to go back there to show mother and your dad that I was independent. This way, everybody still thinks of me as…”

“What?” Michelle asked.

” A burden, a concern, a problem,” he answered and she couldn’t disagree.

A dance band was assembling in the room behind them. Michelle was listening to them tuning up when two attendants opened a folding divider to their left, putting the band into the room with them. A pegged wood dance floor spread out in front of the dais. “Isn’t there some field you could go into? Didn’t you go to college?” she asked trying to be helpful.

“Yes, I attended college and yes, I got a degree. But, I learned to kill people from my own family.”

Michelle fell silent. He signaled for another drink. The band began to play , a cheerful counterpoint to their strained conversation. Michelle stood abruptly.

“Where are you going”? he asked.

“To the ladies room,” she said quietly and fled. He watched her leave. When Michelle returned, the table was empty. For a brief wild moment she thought he had left, but she realized that Carmen’s son would never do such a thing, no matter how upset he was.

She was standing uncertainly next to her chair when she felt a tap on her shoulder. “Dance?” the young man said. He was about 20, dinning with his parents a couple tables away. They had come in while Danny was away from the table, and he obviously didn’t realize that Michelle had an escort.

“No, I can’t, I’m sorry,” she said, flustered.

“Why not? Got a date?”

“Well, not a date actually, but…”

“Then dance with me,” he said, taking her hand and guiding her onto the floor.

“Wait,” Michelle said, but it was too late.

Danny appeared behind the boy and grabbed his shoulder, spinning him around with stunning force. Before the boy could say a world, Danny’s fist crashed into his jaw and he fell. Michelle clamped her hands over her mouth, horrified. Then she darted forward as she realized that Danny was bending down to grab the boy and hit him again.

“Danny!” she screamed, throwing both arms around his neck and holding him back, placing herself between him and his victim. “What are you doing?”

He tried to put her aside, but she hung on with all her might, and he couldn’t continue the fight unless he handled her roughly. As he paused to disentangle her, the boy’s parents ran from their table and helped their son to his feet. At the same time, the maitre d’ and several waiters rushed to intervene.

“What is the meaning of this?” the boys father demanded, sputtering. “You’ll be hearing from my lawyers!”

“Forget it , Dad” the kid said, wiping his bloody mouth with his hand. “Let’s just get out of here”.

The family left in a huff, the father still muttering threats of litigation against both Danny and the restaurant as Danny pried Michelle’s arms from his neck and reached for his wallet.

The enraged maitre d’ started to say something about unacceptable conduct and disturbing the guests and calling the police. Danny removed several dollars from his wallet and flung them onto the nearest table. “Save it,” he said to the man. “That’s enough to cover their meal and ours and to pay for any damage. We’re leaving.” He grabbed Michelle’s wrist and hauled her after him through the dinning room, where everyone stared as if they were a sideshow, and into the lobby.

He paused long enough to look down at her and say, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, she responded shakily. “But I’m not the one you were beating up.”

He didn’t reply to that but merely said, “Wait here. I’ll get the car.”

She slipped into the passenger seat beside him and he gunned the motor, leaving the restaurant behind as quickly as possible. He drove for a while with unrelieved concentration, not looking at her, until he surprised her by pulling into a rest area It was paved for parking and had picnic benches by the side of the road. He shut off the motor and sat staring straight ahead until he said expressionlessly, “I’m sorry.”

“Why did you do it, Danny?” she asked. “That boy wasn’t bothering me.”

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I know,” he said quietly.

“Then why”? He shrugged, shook his head and looked out the side window at nothing.

“Come on,” Michelle said impulsively. “Let’s go sit under the trees.”

He obeyed without protest, getting out on his side and following her to one of the benches. She sat, and he leaned against a tree trunk. “So, I guess I ruined your birthday, huh?” he said.

“No, of course not. But I wish I could understand what happened.”

“I made a mistake, that’s what happened,” he said flatly. “Nothing new.”

“I think you were disappointed and unhappy, and you wanted to take it out on someone. That kid just gave you an excuse to do it.”

“How did somebody your age get to be so smart?” he smiled thinly.

“I’m a child prodigy,” Michelle replied, and his smile widened.

“That’s better,” she said.

“Better than what?”

“Fistfights in restaurants?” she suggested.

He nodded slowly.

“Do you have a boyfriend back home?” he said.

Michelle shook her head.

“Why not?”

“My brother ‘s kind of strict. He doesn’t allow me to date much.”

“But you’ll be going to college in the fall. That will change.”

“I hope so,” Michelle said fervently, and he grinned.

“What about you?” she asked boldly.


“Uh-huh, Rosa says you have lots of girlfriends.”

“Rosa talks to much,” he muttered.

“I saw you leave the wedding with Eloise Randall.”

“You don’t miss much do you?” he said archly.

“Do you like her?”

“She’s all right,” he said dismissively.

“Do girls like that make you feel better?” she asked ingenuously.

He eyed her closely, wondering if he should be annoyed, but she seemed innocent. He looked at the ground. “No,” he said remotely. “They’re a quick fix for one night, maybe, but nothing changes.”

“Then why do you go with them?” she asked.

“You’re just full of questions, aren’t you missy?” he said taking her hand and pulling her off the bench.

“I’m sorry if I was nosy, ” she said quickly, realizing that she had been grilling him. “I’m just…interested.”

“I’ll say. Is there anything else you would like to know?”

“Yes. Where I can get a hamburger? I’m starving.”

“That’s right, you missed your birthday dinner on account of me, didn’t you? Well, the least I can do to make up for it is to feed you. I know a good Mexican burger place, Want to go?”

“You bet.”

They were on the road again shortly, Danny humming along with his radio as he drove.

“Your mood had improved, ” Michelle said.

“Must be because of you,” he said, glancing at her.

“I was with you in the restaurant, too,” she said impishly.

“Prolonged exposure may be required to have an effect,” he said.

“Then you’ll have to see more of me,” Michelle suggested. He glanced over at her but didn’t reply.

They got to a railroad style diner with vinyl booths and a mini jukebox affixed to each table. They ordered burgers, and while they waited for them to arrive, Danny said, “So what do you want for your birthday?”

“Riding lessons”, she said fervently.


“Yes. I’m the only one on the whole ranch who can’t ride a horse, and I feel ridiculous. My father said Miguel could teach me, but he never seems to have any free time and…”

“I’ll teach you,” Danny offered casually.

“Are you serious? Michelle asked, wide-eyed.

“Sure. If you ‘re not scared of me after tonight, that is,” he added watching her face.

“I’m not scared of you, ” Michelle said softly.

“Brave girl.” he said wryly, seemingly relieved.

“Okay, I’ll work the time out with your father. We can start tomorrow.”

“You sure you don’t’ mind?” Michelle asked delighted.

“Nope, It will give me something constructive to do”.

Their food came, and Danny asked Michelle about her life in Springfield as they ate.

“Boredom,” was Michelle’s description. “I couldn’t wait to get out here for the summer.”

“Are we that much more exciting?” he asked raising his brows. He seemed relaxed now, his coffee colored eyes smiling, that is it was difficult to recall the violent stranger who had erupted in the restaurant.

“Anything is more exciting than living with my brother,” Michelle said around a mouthful of hamburger. “As a jailer, he’s about on a level with Ernest Borgnine in From Here to Eternity.”

“Fatso Judson, sergeant of the stockade,” Danny said, grinning. “You remember that old movie?”

“I love old movies. My brother doesn’t let me go out much, and when I get tired of books the television is about the only thing left.”

“So what’s your brother’s problem?” Danny asked, popping a French fry into his mouth.

“He thinks every guy under the age of sixty is after me.”

“I’m sure they are,” Danny said evenly.

“I wish as many were as he thinks”, Michelle said glumly, and he smiled. “I’m having a good time now,” Michelle said brightly.

“Really?” he asked as if he doubted it.

“Sure, why not?”

He shrugged, ” I guess I don’t consider myself very entertaining outside of…” He stopped. He didn’t say “Bed”, but the implication was clear.

Michelle could feel herself blushing. So that’s why he pursued women like Eloise Randall. They made him feel successful when he felt like a failure everywhere else. “I think you’re very entertaining,” Michelle said gently.

“I think you’re just easily amused,” he responded, smiling and she had to smile, too.

The waitress arrived to clear their plates, and Danny ordered desert in a low tone while Michelle selected a number on the jukebox. The waitress returned with coffee for Danny and a chocolate cupcake with a candle in it for Michelle.

“Surprise”, Danny said.

Michelle was touched. He lit the candle and insisted on singing an off key rendition of “Happy Birthday” with the waitress, who thought the whole thing very cute. Michelle was embarrassed by the performance but pleased by his attempt to repair the wreckage of the evening. As far as she was concerned, he had succeeded. They divided the cupcake in half.

He glanced at his watch and said, “I better get you home, Your dad will be very upset with me if I keep you out too late.” Michelle didn’t want to go, but agreed reluctantly.

The drive back to the ranch was quiet yet companionable. When they arrived home, the house was dark. “Cinderella’s back from the ball before midnight,” Danny said as he unlocked the door. He walked into the kitchen with Michelle and turned on the lights.

“Thank you,” Michelle said. “I had a wonderful time.”

“I’m glad and I’m sorry about what happened earlier. I didn’t want to ruin anything for you.”

“You didn’t. She stood on tiptoe to kiss his check, and for just a moment his arm came around her, pressing her close.

She felt his hard, muscular body along the length of hers, inhaled his masculine scent, and then he released her. “I’ll come by for your first lesson at one,” he said softly. “Good night.”

“Good night,” she whispered.

And he was gone.

Michelle wandered back to her bedroom, thinking about the evening she had just spent. What a contradiction Danny was, she could certainly see why he was considered a troublemaker, but he had been so nice to her later on. It was if two natures were at war within him, and it was a toss up as to which one would win.

Bauer BBQ 2001 July 4-6 2001

November 10, 2015

Find the last episode here:

Manny Highlights Description:
At the Annual Bauer BBQ: Rick is bossing everyone around the kitchen and tries to get Danny to put on a “kiss the cook apron.” Harley comes in and tries to help out but Rick doesn’t want her lifting heavy things. Rick tells her to sit down and relax. She says she hates it when he is nice to her. The Lewis family walks in and Harley runs to hug Cassie. Harley is glad that Cassie is okay and Cassie notices Harley is pregnant. Danny goes over to Michelle upset. He asks what Harley is doing there. He insists that either she goes or he will. Michelle tells him that Rick and Harley need each other right now and she can’t ask Harley to leave. He wonders why Michelle isn’t upset after all Harley did, after all she is Aitoro’s partner and she is helping Gus to frame him when she was supposed to be their friend. Michelle says Harley wouldn’t do that. Michelle finally tells Danny that Harley is having Rick’s baby. Danny asks if Phillip knows. Michelle says that he doesn’t and she would like Danny just to leave Harley alone. Danny tells her he will and kisses her.

Rick Michelle Robbie 2001

Rick Michelle Robbie 2001

There is further information in the full episode descriptions below, but the one I really want to point out is that the reason Gus runs off is that Billy and Buzz had been having a friendly competition over Holly and Billy had really made it very, very, VERY hot. Buzz didn’t eat it, but abandoned on the table by the chili. That’s what Gus picked up and why Billy is laughing. I still don’t understand why Frank didn’t just escort Gus out. It wasn’t being held in a public park that was Michelle and Danny’s yard and Michelle and Danny’s food they had every right to toss him out on his ear.

Watch just the Manny highlights from the BBQ: (Short Version) J (Long Version)

July 4, 2001

2001 provides one of the most detailed Bauer BBQ prep periods. I just love Rick as general of the BBQ and they could have done it every year. I don’t know why they never had Danny behind the bar at the BBQ. He does such a good job when he works at Millennium. I just love his speech about the drinks he makes when they hire him. I think it’s a total waste of talent and obviously between this and burning the money in San Cristobel it just shows that as much as I love him, the boy can’t grill. I love his BLACK Hawaiian shirt. I wish he’d worn it to the last one, I didn’t really care for his outfit for Bauer BBQ 2009, although once I realized his shorts matched Robbie’s it grew on me. I could just see Robbie picking them out to be like his Dad. Happy sigh!

I would have liked to see Danny in the apron and THE HAT. I thought it was a bit much to say Robbie wouldn’t wear the hat either. I greatly look forward to the day when Robbie wears the hat. The line about have your own son was because Harley was coming in (apparently via the patio doors far away from any parking area) and she was pregnant with Rick’s son Jude Bauer.

Beth had believed in the fairytale of Edmund after she had lost Phillip to Harley. Beth believed in Edmund’s story until she discovered he’d locked Cassie in a tower. He really didn’t mean her THAT much harm, but he got sick himself and Cassie was stuck without food and water and almost died. When Beth discovered her rather than letting Beth leave him and tell people he locked her in. Beth freaked broke out a window and fell that’s why she was in the hospital. Richard was a cool guy. Jeffery was a complete loser in comparison.

Reva was temporarily blinded, basically for the sake of the story of when her sight came back. For once Reva is doing a story Michelle already did and not the other way around.  That’s kind of late for the party to be starting normally people arrive around noon, but they just seem to be arriving and it’s dark out. Josh and Olivia were still married and he’d brought her into Lewis Construction and they had put in a bid for a MAJOR construction project in San Cristobel. Olivia’s government contracts were signed by Edmund with Richard coming back as elected President the contracts were in question. Paul-Anthony-Stewart-Jordi-Vilasuso-PGP-L

Tony and Ray are Danny’s cousins, so now pulled in to helping with the BBQ. Danny is currently being prosecuted for his mother’s death (which he thinks he did in defense of life but covered it up – Carmen really is still alive and the body they pull out of the lake isn’t hers). FBI Agent Gus Aitoro, who is behind the prosecution, is trying to get Danny because he holds Danny’s father responsible for his own father’s death and Gus intends to get revenge on Danny. (Apparently in all that lawyer learning he got, he skipped the bit in the Constitution about the no contamination of the blood clause – meaning that children can’t be punished for their parent’s crimes.) Gus is currently working up to romancing Harley who is pregnant with Rick’s child Jude.

I love Rick’s little show at the beginning of the clip. They refer back to both Rick’s wearing the hat and Danny hating the hat and apron when Manny return at Bauer BBQ 2009. Phillip has just returned from San Cristobel where he was trying to rescue Beth and his children and Harley’s daughter Susan. I think Harley is referring to when Phillip leads a commando style raid to rescue Beth from Edmund. As their marriage broke up, (I will spare Pharley fans my analysis about why it never stood a chance to begin with) in part over Phillip’s constant efforts to protect Beth, this latest rescue went over like a lead balloon with Harley, even though her own daughter was involved. She is currently pregnant with Rick’s child, the future Jude Bauer, from a drunken one night stand.

Fire breaks out.

Ray: “Anyone for well done?”

Danny: “I’m just getting the hang of it.”

Rick: “We only have so much chicken here. You are now in charge of coleslaw and pouring the iced tea.”

That was a great couple communication when with a couple of significant looks, Michelle tells Danny that Rick is the father of Harley’s baby.

Rick to Tony: “Take over here and keep Danny away from the BBQ. I don’t want him blowing up the house.”

Seriously Harley, I know you think you’ve done the right thing, but honestly you’re betraying some of your best friends. I don’t blame Tony and Danny from being mad at her.  Harley still gets Tony to act like her trying to put his cousin on death row is no big deal.

Harley: “Feed me. I’m hungry.”

Tony: “How about this one, it’s fried to a crisp like you’re trying to do to my cousin.”

Blake and her twin sons Jason and Kevin come running in with water pistols and then Ross carries in Clarissa. At this point Blake had published her 2nd book. (Her first book was the romance she imagined between Ross and Holly while she was pregnant with Clarissa and hiding from Ross at the Bauer BBQ.) She had decided to use Selena Davis’s true life story of a romance with Miguel Santos (which produced a never seen on screen Miguel Santos, Jr.) as the basis of this second book. (When she could have used Manny? Or Jezz? Or Bloss or even Blen? Why Selena?)  However, Blake’s failure to disguise the people involved adequately led to either Abuela or Carmen putting a hit out on Selena. Selena barely made it out of town in time, leaving Buzz heartbroken and beaten by the goons that came after her. Blake is thinking that stirring up the past led to Danny being on the murder charge, hence the apology.

So family stories get passed down. Tony has been told the hot tub was covered because “some kid almost drowned.” Marah remembers the incident involved Kevin Marler, but being a Springfielder utterly dismisses it. So someone almost died, they’d have come back! LOL. Sam is like I’m getting all the making out I can get from this bad deal as Marah tries to make Tony jealous, not knowing he’d broken up with her to protect her. Reva is currently dating Noah (a San Cristobel combination doctor and spy) basically to keep from getting bored when Josh refused to heel back from Olivia fast enough. The best thing about them was their couple code which was Nova – one of the best ever. Noah was down in San Cristobel because he was helping Richard over throw Edmund and rescue Cassie. Noah, not being an idiot, could tell sometimes that Reva just wasn’t that into him. Alan was dating Claire Ramsey at the time and it was too bad that he broke up with her because they were actually a pretty cool couple. So glad that Phillip is going to take Lizzie and James to the BBQ. Richard shows up to surprise Cassie at the BBQ. This is a very prominent Rassie moment. That’s really sweet how both Tammy and RJ both totally adopted Richard as their dad.

July 5, 2001

Phillip didn’t know Harley was pregnant. Nice reminder that Phillip saw Michelle as almost a little sister. I love how familiar Danny is with the hospital and its staff, it just goes to show that he spends a lot of off camera time there lunching with Rick, dropping off Michelle, etc. I just think it’s nice. Danny: “No it’s just some friend of Rick’s from the hospital.”

This is my favorite haircut on Danny. It’s just gorgeous and it’s shown to full effect during his conversation with Tony which does a nice job of showing of their positive relationship. Beth had been a bit blind, but Edmund did encourage her to be more of an equal partner than any of  her other boyfriends/husbands. He just lied…a lot and plotted some.

Considering Phillip got the woman Rick loved/was married to twice before, I don’t think he has a lot of moral high ground to stand on here. This is one of the most mature scenes ever for Beth. I like her taking responsibility. Oh, Michelle is carrying around Robbie behind Jolivia, he’s so cute!

Richard: “Only a natural catastrophe could stop this project.” I laughed too because that’s exactly what stops it, an earthquake. The writers must have known already. :)

Harley is actually wrong here. Harley basically hates Beth because she wanted to erase her very existence from Phillip’s life and she wouldn’t disappear. Harley reads as a stronger character than Beth, but she made just as many stupid repeated mistakes. And considering that Harley hasn’t been through a tenth of what Beth was I don’t think it’s fair to compare them.

Reva watches the fireworks with Josh and actually sees sparks of light.

This a great jalapeno fight between Buzz and Billy over Holly. Blake apologizes to Danny for the trouble her book caused. Danny very kindly tells her there’s no need and just shows what great step-siblings-in-law they will be.

Gus has no right to come to Bauer BBQ, but he is starting to chase after Harley, he will ultimately catch her, and he’s trying to make Danny miserable so he comes. Really Gus is lucky Danny isn’t the man Gus thinks he is or Gus would be in the lake by now. Lucky for Danny he isn’t though because later Gus does make some amends for faking evidence against Danny etc., by saving his life from the warehouse fire and they grow to have a more friendly, although still very prickly relationship. Gus should really give up the quips, he’s no Ben Warren. Currently Gus is making up to Blake hoping to get more information from Selena and find out who Blake’s source was which nobody will tell him although most of the people we know in town either know or could guess. Not having learned her lesson with Ben Warren, Blake is heavily flirting back to him trying to get information out of him. Ultimately she will turn up the evidence that shows who Gus really is (at least who he thinks he is at this point) and the lengths he will go to try to destroy Danny. BOO GUS! HISSSSS! At this point Bloss and Manny are really each other’s closest couple friends, although not as close as Dresse and Manny had been. Blake and Michelle share the bond that they were once and future step-sisters and I wish the show had played that up more rather than playing Blake as a Thorpe all the time. She was Bauer to in a very real way although her efforts to help Manny get out of legal trouble (which she actually does a couple of times) are as close as they get to playing Blake and Michelle as sisters.

Not a good idea, Frank? How about highly illegal? Once someone who is an occupant of a house asks you to leave you are supposed unless you are also an occupant which Gus wasn’t.

Finally, having survived Selena breaking his heart (I really think he was mostly with Selena to keep himself from dwelling on Jenna being gone and to give her full credit Selena, she was very good with his kids), Buzz was ready to move on to Holly. While Buzz really should have had issues with Holly who’s actions had helped bring about Jenna’s death, look around the canvas and there aren’t a lot of more tenable options. They move into a triangle with Buzz-Holly-Billy. Buzz and Billy were friends because when Billy was released from prison from trying to kill Roger Thorpe, Buzz was supportive and gave Billy a job. They had formed a friendship and I think their love of competing with each other played more into the romance than anything about Holly which is good because she will dump them both flat the SPLIT SECOND Ed returns to town. However, at this point they are still fighting over her. Billy had doctored up a bowl of chili to make it superhot to give to Buzz to keep him away from Holly. Buzz put it down and Gus picked it up and took a huge spoonful. Billy is the only one who understands Gus’s reaction and that’s why he’s laughing his head off.

July 6, 2001

I think Phillip has a point about the “Cooper” attitude. Buzz was always terrible to Phillip, which considering Buzz’s history took a lot of gall. Michelle says the kids are watching cartoons in the den. Nice the rarely seen den got a shout out. This is the start of Harley’s Phillip is evil incarnate downslide. I think Phillip has a reason to be upset and I don’t think it was arrogant for Phillip to think that the only one to get Harley pregnant while they were still married was him. Harley should have taken it as complement. Rick is also right Harley spends a lot of time cutting Rick out of Jude’s life which sucks considering how long Rick longed for a kid of his own to raise. Actually I think Buzz gets so mad because Phillip is exactly right about what Buzz is doing.

I hate the way the Coopers keep trying to take over the BBQ. Buzz to Blake: “Don’t confuse me with facts.”

This is a nice Ross-Phillip conversation. Ross had his faults, but he was always a great mentor to Phillip. Oh, point Ross, “Just the way you told your wife you had a kid coming with Beth.” Ross to Rick: “[Phillip] is in run silent, run deep mode, you know how he gets.

Rick’s right that he did betray Phillip, but again they have a two for one score here.

With moves like these Sam is using on Marah I don’t know why he never really had a love interest of his own. Susan/Daisy had the best chemistry with him and she left the show a couple of months in. But Sam just never seemed to get Marah just wasn’t into him. Really it wasn’t Noah’s place to tell Reva’s kids about their engagement. Really nice Danny-Rick conversation at the end.

Robansuefarm is the handle of one of Manny and Guiding Light‘s biggest fans following in her family’s footsteps of Guiding Light fandom since 1939. This blog is an effort to make it easy to find Guiding Light and especially Manny online. Check back here for her blog, find fanfic previews and fake WSPR newscasts on her YouTube, find podcasts that look back to old shows and audios of her fanfics on Blog Talk Radio, and finally follow her on Twitter and Facebook.

Marriage of Convenience By ‘J’ – Chapter 4

November 10, 2015

Republisher’s Note: I’m so glad we were able to fill out the the first 3 chapters. I’m glad we can give you all of this fanfic. Michelle is remembering her long ago summer on her father’s ranch. I believe Part 18 is the last chapter, but if anybody has anymore please let me know.

Marriage of Convenience By ‘J’ Chapter 4

Michelle woke to the sounds of bustle and preparation outside her door. When she emerged, belting  her bath robe, she could hear the florists and caterers taking over the living room. Carmen’s voice dominated. Michelle bypassed the scene and entered the kitchen, where her father was nursing a cup of coffee morosely.

“I told Carmen we should have gone to the justice of the peace,” he said to Michelle. “Did you see the chaos in there?”

“I’m sure it will be lovely,” Michelle said soothingly.

Ed looked as though he wasn’t so sure.

Michelle went to get a glass of orange juice, and from the window over the sink she saw Danny  stacking a pile of bricks on the terrace next to the pool. “What’s Danny doing?” she said to her father.

“He’s clearing off the patio for this afternoon,” her father replied distractedly, wincing at a crash in the next room. He got up to investigate, and Michelle moved closer. Danny had removed his shirt, and the morning sun shone fully on his tanned torso as he shifted the stones. A thin stream of perspiration trickled down the middle of his back. Michelle watched for a long moment, then glanced over her shoulder to make sure her father was still occupied before she wandered outside.

“Good Morning,” she said to Danny, who looked up.

“Hi Michelle,” he said, unsmiling, wiping his forehead with the back of his arm.

“How long have you been out here?” Michelle asked.

“Oh, and hour or so, I thought I would make myself useful, before the big event. How are things inside?”


He nodded. “When’s the wedding?”

“Two o’clock. Who’s coming?” Michelle shrugged. “I really don’t know. Some local people, friends of theirs, I guess.”

He didn’t look pleased at the prospect. In fact, neither of the men in the house seemed particularly delighted by the proceedings.

“Michelle, are you coming in for breakfast?” her father called from the doorway.

Michelle looked at Danny. “What about you?” she said.

“I’m okay,” he answered. Michelle turned and went in the house.

Rosa had arrived while Michelle was outside. She was a beautiful dark skinned woman in her late thirties, with waist length hair. She nodded at Michelle when they were introduced and went back to cooking breakfast. Michelle joined Carmen and her father at the table. They discussed the upcoming nuptials with varying degrees of enthusiasm throughout the meal. and by the time Michelle got up to put her plate in the sink, Danny was gone.

He did not reappear for the rest of the morning and around noon his mother started looking worried. Michelle went to her room to get ready. The trades people has all left and the house was curiously quiet, the calm before the storm. Michelle removed her dress from the closet and hung it on the back of the door. She examined herself in the mirror, studying her dark blond hair, and the slim legs reveled by her short robe. What did people see when they looked at her? A kid. Danny said, but was that really true? She sensed that the summer would forge a bridge between childhood and womanhood, and she felt poised on the brink of a new life.

She made up carefully and donned the expensive dress her brother would never have approved- a  strapless pale blue sheath with a cap sleeved bolero jacket. With the jacket, it was quite proper, without the possibilities for impropriety seemed endless. Michelle added a pair of white sandals, and pearls at her ears and throat, and she was ready.

Some of the guests were arriving, and Michelle’s father introduced her to a few of them. When there was a lull in the conversation, he took her aside and whispered, “Honey, see if you can locate Danny. We’re almost ready to do this thing and Carmen can’t find him.” Michelle nodded, slipping out the back door as soon as she had a chance. Rosa, standing at the kitchen counter glanced after her as she left.

Cars were lining up on the driveway and the bustle of activity was increasing. Michelle bypassed it, going straight to the guest house, which was empty. Danny’s suitcase was dumped on the floor, its contents spilling out, and the bed was rumpled. Michelle strolled around the grounds a bit more, but Danny was nowhere to be found. Time was passing and she went back to the house, signaling her father by shaking her head. He closed his eyes briefly, disengaged himself form a conversation, took Michelle’s arm and ushered her out the door again. “I knew he would do something like this”, Ed muttered. “We have to find him. Carmen will be devastated if he doesn’t stand up for us”. They widened the circle of exploration, proceeding down the back path to the staff houses and the horse stalls. They encountered nothing but empty space until Ed unbarred the door of the last stable.

Danny was sprawled in the hay, fully dressed in a dark suit. His eyes were closed. “Is he asleep”? Michelle asked anxiously, lifting her dress carefully out of the way and kneeling next to the inert man on the straw.

“He’s drunk,” Michelle’s father replied, pushing Danny to a sitting position and slapping his cheeks. A half empty bottle of bourbon rolled out from under him, dribbling dark liquid into the straw.

“Why?” Michelle asked.

Her father sighed. “I’m not sure, honey, but I can guess. He loved his dad a lot. I don’t’ think he can face his mother marrying someone else.” He shook the younger man briskly, and Danny mumbled, his eyelids fluttering.

“But he came here for the wedding,” Michelle protested. “And he likes you, I can tell.”

“He’s trying, Michelle,” Ed replied. “I know he wants his mother to be happy, but he’s been through such a lot. I guess this was just a little too much for him.” Ed propped Danny against the wall of the stall, and his head lolled.

“What has he been through?” Michelle asked, awed by the compassionate tone in her usually gruff father’s voice. Ed glanced at her as if to determine whether she could handle the information he was about to impart.

“He was raised from a boy, to kill”. Ed said flatly. “Him and his mother had to take over the handling of the business after Mr. Santos got murdered. “He was just a kid, a little younger than you. What he has seen, and had to do is heart wrenching. I’m telling you this to help you understand, but I don’t want you to mention it to him or anyone else, have you got that?”

“Yes,” Michelle murmured, swallowing. “But, how could he think that doing this would help?” she inquired after a thoughtful  pause.

“He isn’t thinking, he’s in a lot of pain. And not just about this wedding. Don’t be fooled by that smart aleck exterior.” He shook Danny again, and this time Danny came around, coughing and blinking. In the next instant Danny was on his feet and Ed was flung to the floor. Michelle jumped back, shocked as Danny grabbed her, his eyes wild. She would never forget the strength of his grip, the expression on his face, as he struggled back to full consciousness. He released her the instant her realized what he was doing.

“I’m sorry,” he gasped in confusion. “I didn’t mean to do that. Did I hurt you?” His hair was disheveled, littered with bits of hay, and his eyes were bloodshot. He had whiskey stains on his shirt and tie. Michelle shook her head, rubbing her bare arms where Danny’s fingers had bruised the flesh.

Her father struggled to his feet. He took Danny by the shoulders and said, “Take it easy. You’re safe, among your friends. We’ve got to get you straightened out before your mother sees you, okay?”

Danny passed a shaking hand over his forehead and nodded dumbly. His eyes returned to Michelle and dropped. He walked unsteadily to the wall a short distance away and stood with one hand flat against it, his head bent, silent.

“Is he alright?” Michelle asked in an undertone.

Ed nodded. “I think so. But if he’s like that drunk, I’d  hate to see the damage he could do when he’s sober.” He pushed back the sleeve of his jacket and glanced at his watch. “You go back, Dad,” Michelle said quickly, making a decision. “They’ll be looking for you, the minister will be here any minute. I’ll take care of Danny. I’ll get him together and we’ll both be there on time”.

Ed looked relieved for a split second before his expression changed to concern. “Are you sure you can handle him?” he asked, looking worriedly from one young person to the other.

“We’ll be fine” Michelle said, kissing his cheek hurriedly. “Just help me get him to the guesthouse and you can go ahead.”

November Flashback to the Beginning

November 9, 2015

November is the anniversary of the beginning of Manny. I decided to do some flashbacks to that fateful month back in 1998. Let’s start with my set up to the story.

In the beginning….

The story for me really begins with the arrival on our screens of Mick Santos. Mick was a troubled young man with a hatred of hypocrites and a willingness to do anything illegal from muggings to protection rackets to blackmail. As a result no one in town liked Mick, but he had a definite good side. I must admit this positive view I now hold is highly influenced by taking Danny’s view of his brother into account and it’s softened my own view. I didn’t like him at all when he was alive. They set up his introduction in a such a way that I was prepared to be blown away by a Roger Thorpe type villain, but instead once he started talking he came across as a violent little punk. The best thing about Mick, and it was all off camera, was his love for his younger brother Danny, who he helped pay his way through college and encouraged him to continue with his education. (I truly believe that if Danny had told Mick his secret ambition to get his MBA degree, Mick would have supported and backed him against their mother.) He told Danny a highly edited version of his life which included flirting regularly (actually it was kind of perverted sexual harassment) with Michelle Bauer.

The episode summaries really start with Mick’s death, so this is just to catch you up to that point. The following events were spread over a couple of months. Previously, Mick accidentally found and then bought Ben Warren and Blake Thorpe Marler’s in bed tape (they all seemed to think it showed she wanted Ben which she had repeatedly denied to her husband, his half-brother Ross – personally I didn’t think it showed that much, but I know when I’m outvoted and most fans I’ve talked to feel differently – honestly WHAT am I not seeing) and blackmailed them.

Drew Jacobs also had hired Mick to be a ringer in poker games against Jesse Blue (Drew was trying to keep Jesse in debt and tied to her). Mick loan sharked Jesse some money, then mugged him and took $500 Jesse had borrowed off of Buzz Cooper to make a payment on the loan. Jesse did not realize that it was Mick who mugged him, but eventually came to suspect him. Mick blackmailed Drew to get a job at Millennium and came up to Michelle Bauer outside the Cooper 5th Street dinner and told her she had a perfect face in a very creepy way. Michelle tries to avoid him after that, but when they are together, he always makes inappropriate remarks. (Mick and Michelle in Alley, just part of the clip)

Most of Michelle’s attention is turned to her relationship problems with Jesse Blue and Drew Jacobs. Her boyfriend Jesse who she thinks should be her true love is uncomfortable in her world and nothing seems to work out for them. They would say this was because of outside forces, but really the problems seem internal to me. Jesse just can’t feel comfortable being himself around Michelle and her family and friends no matter what he says or does. Really no matter what anybody else does to them, most of their problems come back to that. Jesse is comfortable around Drew. So comfortable that no matter what horrible, awful stunt Drew pulls on Michelle, he not only forgives Drew, he actually berates Michelle if she criticizes Drew too strongly (Sorry doesn’t sound like a man in love to me – at least not in love with Michelle.)

The latest obstacle to Michelle and Jesse’s (Messe’s) couplehood at the moment is a disagreement with what to do next. He wants to move in together and get married legally soon (they took “wedding vows” of sorts together in the lighthouse before they had sex for the first time when she left him to go to the school for the blind), she waffles, but mostly wants to keep things as they are. It ends up that Jesse will move into the apartment next to Drew’s alone (where did that evaporate too?). This decision makes Michelle and Drew decide that they need to have it out and establish some ground rules over Jesse in private. They decide to meet later at the beach….

Find a full list of Mick’s appearances with clips here:

Robansuefarm is the handle of one of Manny and Guiding Light‘s biggest fans following in her family’s footsteps of Guiding Light fandom since 1939. This blog is an effort to make it easy to find Guiding Light and especially Manny online. Check back here for her blog, find fanfic previews and fake WSPR newscasts on her YouTube, find podcasts that look back to old shows and audios of her fanfics on Blog Talk Radio, and finally follow her on Twitter and Facebook.


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