Cream Cheese

Our day begins with Lucy feeding Kevin a Sybaritic breakfast in bed...

L: "There you go."

K: "Mmmm... it's too much, could you take some off?"

L: "Oh, you don't know how to live."

K: "Well, living's exactly what I have in mind, actually, and trying to keep the cholesterol count of this meal somewhere below the coronary level."

L: "Here you go, one boring bagel merely threatened with cream cheese."

K: "Thanks, you're all heart. Ha-ha-ha."

(Lucy's perusing the newspapers.)

L: "Ah, whoa, there's more, look at this, there's a huge picture. Look, look, look, look, look."

K: "Hmmm... my, this whole edition is about you."

L: "Well, no, just three little articles."

K: "Like I said."

L: "Oh boy, oh boy, listen to this. This is my favorite. `Miss Lucy Coe, bedecked in a dazzling array of spectacular gowns, was the charming and inspired hostess, with a stunning combination of timeless taste and contemporary flash. She capped the evening with a risque dance that few others would have had the panache to pull off.'"

K: "A great many things were pulled off."

L: "`Who would have suspected that this statuesque a fundraiser could get down with such abandon and for such a good cause? Brava, Lucy.' Oh my goodness, oh my goodness, I was mentioned in the Entertainment Section, the Lively Arts/Lifestyle Section and the Society Section. I really, truly could dine out on this for months."

K: "Would that were true."

L: "Oh, you know what? This is the best thing, because we broke all the records from last year, do you realize that? And this is what's most important, that we raised so much money. Oh, Kevin, you don't suppose that I was mentioned in the financial section, too, do you? Oh, no."

K: "Well, let me guess, you made the Sport Section because quick-changing has been made an Olympic event."

L: "No, Madame Maia is giving another book-signing. Oh my gosh, oh my, an entire half-page ad. "

K: "She must be getting desperate."

L: "No, she's probably in huge demand."

K: "Created, no doubt, by her publicist."

L: "I am going. I missed last time. Where is it? Port Charles Hotel, 11 to 12. I can make that. I want to get her book. I want to read it."

K: "You know, I still don't quite understand this fascination."

L: "Well, you know, Doc, I don't quite understand how you can dismiss her so easily. I mean, especially since, out-of-the-blue, she told you all that information about Ryan. She doesn't know you from Adam and yet she talked about you and Ryan like she was there. How can you explain that, Dr. Collins?" (During the credits, Dr. Kevin seems to have snapped. He's now channelling... cream cheese...)

K: "I see it all clearly now. I sense hunger. I see bagels. I feel someone close to you. I see, is that, cream cheese? Yes, it is, mountains of cream cheese. Is that a message, a message in the cream cheese? Yes, it is, oh, oh, I can't make it out. It's cloudy. There's just too much cream cheese. Oh, my, oh, the message fades."

L: "Give me this. Never mind, Sigmund can eat it."

K: "Is Sigmund eating up Maia's act, too?"

L: "You know something? Your sense of humor this time of the morning is very scary."

K: "Well, your gullibility is scary any time...........Oh, Lucy, I'm sorry. I just don't want you to invest so much of your sweet self into someone who may not even be that great of a psychic to begin with. Maybe she's only really good in the library."

L: "OK, let's suppose she did, for some strange reason, go to the library and research you and Ryan and find out you have a lot of unresolved stuff together and that you have a lot of anger. Why would she want to do that? It doesn't make sense. And why in the world would she want to investigate Serena? Just to impress me?"

K: "I think you just answered your own question."

L: "OK, let's take it a step further, shall we? Suppose she decided to research every citizen in Port Charles, so just on the off-chance she happened to run into one of them, she could fill their minds with accurate psychic stuff."

K: "Lucy, I believe in psychic phenomena, I'm just very skeptical about the commercial applications of psychic gifts. All I'm saying is, be careful."

L: "All right. I understand that you have this need not to believe in this. You don't want to be a believer. I find her very amazing and I'm going to make an appointment with her today."

K:"Well, of course, that's your prerogative."

L: "I knew you'd see it my way."

K: "Lucy, your instincts I respect, much more than those of any commercialized fortune-teller. But I also know that you're interested in finding out about Serena."

L: "I'm desperate to find out about Serena, Doc. I don't just want to know where she is, you know, I want to know what she's doing, if she's OK. I feel somehow connected to that little girl, but I feel so disconnected from her at the same time."

K: "I understand completely, it's just that..."

L: "You know, besides, there is something to the fact that while she's tuning on me and picking up everything that's humming out of me, she maybe could tell me what Damian's up to."

K: I'd avoid that subject, if I were you."

L: "I'm just saying that maybe she could give me something else that proved useful about him."

K: "Well, what would you be planning to use it for?"

L: "I don't know, what do they say? Forewarned is forearmed."

K: "Well, if Madame Maia told you that Damian was using the Nurses' Ball just to get at you, then you'd believe her?"

L: "Shoo... go away, little dark cloud. Shoo..."

K: "What are you doing?"

L: "Oh, you know what? I think I see happy thoughts... Mmmm-mmmm... Mmmm-mmmm... oh-oh... There is a woman, oh, dare I say, a beautiful woman, who is in love with you so very much and only wants the very best for you, and she's so sorry she brought up that subject, that makes you so upset, because she just doesn't want to argue with you anymore. Ah, oh, and look, I see her kissing you. (They kiss) See, this stuff works."

K: "Maybe there's something to this fortune-telling business, after all."

L: "Told you."

(Kiss)

When next we see the dynamic duo, they're lying in bed, Lucy leaning against the headboard, Kevin leaning against Lucy. He reaches back and caresses her hair... or... is he?

K: "Mmmm-mmmm... hmmm-mmmm... mmmm-mmmm... hmmm-mmmm..."

L: "Ah, what are you doing?"

K: "Well, you read the future in my head, why wouldn't it work both ways?"

L: "OK, tell me what you see."

K: "Well, I see, oh, a woman, dare I say, a very beautiful woman, someone very close to me. She loves me deeply and she listens to my opinions and she makes my every wish her command."

L: "Nice try, but I am still going to the book-signing."

K: "Mmmm... I don't see that in there anywhere."

L: "Oh, darn, I guess you just don't have the gift. Too bad. What time did the paper say it was? I'd better get going."

K: "Oh, all right, all right, all right. I know when I'm beaten."

L: "Hey, could you please try to humor me just a little bit?"

K: "Hey, do you think you're the first person to be fascinated with fortune-tellers? Aeschylus, Euripides, Aristophanes... their plays teemed with seers and oracles and people who wanted to know what was in store for them. Shakespeare used them all the time."

L: "Oh, well, see, I'm in very good company."

K: "The best. In fact, I bet you didn't know that in the 30s and the early 40s, all the best hotels in New York City actually had Gypsy tea-leaf readers right in their lobbies. Or they had a magician who would do an impromptu mind-reading or some other trick to entertain the guests."

L: "Trick, see, you used that word, trick. Why do you categorize them as tricks?"

K: "Forgive my skepticism."

L: "Well, then, you have to forgive me for having a little faith, and wanting to see the future. It seems like everybody else has in history."

K: "It's a common thread, Lucy. But don't you think life would be pretty dull if it didn't have some surprises in store for us? If we always knew how things were going to turn out?"

L: "Of course, it would. But you don't have to worry, Doc. I'm not going to be boring. You will never know what I am up to next, except for today. I am going to see Madame Maia."

K: "Why do I waste my breath?"

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