Chapter 30 – Cinderella or Sleeping Beauty
"Cinderella or Sleeping Beauty?" Marie asked Jill the next morning at breakfast.
Jill chewed the piece of ham that she had just put in her mouth before answering. "Cinderella."
"Why?"
"The fact that she found her true love without being cast under a spell," Jill replied after a minute of thinking why. "She… her life was hell. She lost her dad at a young age, and her stepmom treated her like a slave. She only wanted to be loved, and she got her chance."
"Oh no… not the Cinderella versus Sleeping Beauty question," Regan whined after coming back from the buffet. "Marie, they're both good movies."
Jill asked, "Don't you like both movies?"
"I'm more partial to Sleeping Beauty," Marie replied. "When I was little it was my favorite."
"The Parent Trap or Pollyanna?" Jill asked.
Marie tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. "Both. Actually… the Parent Trap."
Connie started to whistle the main theme song that the twins sang in the movie. After a second the other three joined in, but after about a minute they stopped and laughed. "Which Jodie Foster movie is better? Candleshoe or Freaky Friday?" Connie asked.
Jill set her orange juice down, but didn't answer right away. "She was awesome in Freaky Friday, but I just recently watched Taxi Driver."
"She was good in that," Regan replied. "I can't imagine that life. How could anybody sell their body?"
"Maybe they were abused when they were little," Marie suggested. "Maybe they thought nobody really cared for them."
Regan leaned on her hand and thought about it. She didn't say anything else about prostitution because it wasn't the greatest subject ever to talk about. "Jill, which Dean Jones movie do you like? The Love Bug or The Ugly Dachshund?"
"Interesting that the cars name is Herbie," Marie said out loud when the thought struck her.
Jill replied, "I like dogs, so the Ugly Dachshund. I didn't like the actress though. She was better in Black Beard's Ghost."
"I totally forgot about that movie. Remind me to rent it," Connie told them.
"Pete's Dragon or Snowball Express?" Jill asked.
"Track!" Marie shouted causing a few of the other patron's to turn their heads in shock. "That's another great Dean Jones movie."
"I hated Pete's Dragon," Jill replied. "I think it was because the dragon wasn't real."
"I didn't like Love Story," Regan said. "I know I'm getting off the subject, but to me it was stupid. 'Love means never having to say you're sorry', whoever thought that line was romantic is a fool."
"What about Ryan O'Neal?" Jill asked.
"He was hot in it, that I'll give you, but the movie just stunk," Regan responded before putting a fork load of scrambled eggs in her mouth.
Marie stood up, excusing herself to head to the ladies room. When she exited the bathroom, she ran into someone. The guy was Italian and his broken English was hard to comprehend. When she apologized and started to walk away, the guy called out to her. When she turned back around, he took her right hand and kissed it before telling her how beautiful she was. She didn't know what to do, so she smiled and nodded before heading off. "You guys will not believe this," she said sitting down.
"What? Did you almost fall in?" Connie sarcastically asked.
Marie rolled her eyes. "No. I ran into this Italian guy and he hit on me."
"Was he cute?" Regan innocently asked.
Marie hesitated. "I guess. The fact that he said that surprised me is all."
"I wonder hoe many non-athletes are pretending to be some of the participants who are playing?" Connie asked not knowing at all about Silk's impersonator on the bus.
"So far one guy has," Jill told them. "We were on the bus and a guy was trying to impress this chick. He said he was my brother."
"What happened?" Regan asked smiling.
"Mrs. Silk ruined whatever he had planned," Marie responded.
Regan and Connie laughed and said they were impressed. After a couple more minutes of finishing their breakfast, they paid and headed out to walk around the town.
"Favorite decade?" Marie asked after Jill answered her question to favorite car.
"Has to be the 1950s," Jill answered. "The style in those days was so cool."
Marie smiled. "That's my decade also."
"What about you guys?" Jill asked Regan and Connie.
"For clothing, it would be the 1800s," Connie replied, "for decade, I don't know."
Regan scratched her head only because it was itching. "The 1940s."
"Favorite season?" Jill asked.
"Fall," Marie answered. "Just when the trees are turning color and the temperature is just right."
Regan replied, "Spring. Not too hot, not too cold. The colors are brighter."
"Both seasons for me," Connie agreed.
"I have to agree with you guys," Jill told them. "Summer is just too hot sometimes, winter is too cold." With that she brought her arms around herself because the wind kind of picked up.
"Did you play any sports when you were growing up?"
"No. I did play the flute. I still do, but on my own time. Did you?"
"I figure skated. It wasn't for me," Marie told her before stopping in front of a small bookstore. "I want to go in to check something out."
They took a few minutes out to check out the books. Marie wanted to see if they had the Fellowship of the Ring. The bookstore wasn't a modern day Borders, but it was big enough for a small town. When she checked out the section for fantasy, she actually did find the three books, so she bought them.
"You said you read Count of Monte Cristo. Who do you think would play Edmund if they did make a movie?" Jill asked coming up behind her at the register.
Marie took the bag from the sales clerk, before turning to Jill. She tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear while she thought about it. "A young Marlon Brando is all I can think of."
"Maybe Sissy Spacek can play Mercedes, or Meryl Streep," Connie suggested.
"I don't know," Marie murmured. "If they do make a movie from the book, maybe they could get someone who isn't famous."
"Jill, which Alfred Hitchcock movie is your favorite, Psycho or Rear Window?" Regan asked.
Jill shrugged. "I've never seen them. I only know about the shower scene and for Rear Window, he spies on his neighbors."
"You know, it's a good thing I didn't break my leg, otherwise I'd probably be back at home sitting there bored being a peeping tom," Marie blurted out.
"Hell no, you'd be here," Connie cried out.
Marie smiled and put an arm around her. "Scariest horror flick?" she asked Jill.
"Texas Chainsaw Massacre," she replied without hesitating.
"Never seen it and I don't want to," Marie replied. "A guy with a chainsaw isn't a great thought. I'd have a heart attack before he even started moving toward me."
"So you're more of a comedy, drama, romance type when you go watch a movie," Jill said, "me, too."
The girls exited the bookstore and walked down the sidewalk. They window shopped and went into a few stores checking clothes out if it was a clothes store, checking shoes out if it was a shoe store. By the time it was lunch, they headed to the small skating pond where they told the guys they'd meet them after their morning practice.
"So what did you get?" Silk asked his sister and girlfriend. Jill showed him a shirt she found in one of the stores, while Marie showed him the books. "They had those? That's awesome."
The group headed out to a restaurant. Rizzo's sister, Sophie, and his brother went along with them. They talked about the game that was supposed to be played in a couple of hours. Since Valentine's Day was the next day, Silk planned a dinner for Marie and him after the game they were going to play the next day. She asked if presents were going to be exchanged and he said there was no need because his present to her was the meal. She didn't care because she was going to be with him.
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It was the Swedish game and it was the third period. A lot has happened in the game. In the first period, it had looked like Rob got injured and that had made Connie nervous, but apparently he was fine because he came back out on the ice. The team was one goal short of tying the Swedes, but every time they have an opportunity, the puck just seemed like it didn't want to cooperate and go in. While watching the game, Marie and Jill kept on talking.
When it was 41 seconds left in the game, Jimmy was placed on the bench and an extra skater went out. The girls cheered for the Conehead line. Marie's heart sped up when it was getting closer to the end of the game. When the puck got to Baker, he one timed it and it went right pass the Swedish goalie. The girls jumped out of their seats and screamed in excitement. Connie had the poster that says 'he shoots, he scores' and she lifted it up above her head.
After the game, Marie let Silk have some time alone with his family. She hung out with Jannie, which to her it seemed like forever since she did. They talked about the game and how he enjoyed it. He had wished for a second that he had actually played. She listened to him and she gave him the best advice she could give him.
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Later that night, Silk had come over to the cabin. When he came through the door, she laughed because he had the cowboy hat with him.
"You're mind is getting dirty," she stated after kissing him. He placed the hat down on the bed and shrugged. Marie rolled her eyes, but she smiled. "Did you bring a lasso?"
"What? No," he replied.
"Then why did you bring the hat?"
"You said it, my mind is dirty. I think I need to put soap in my mouth."
"That's gross," Marie responded. "Would the hat even stay on?"
Silk smirked. "There's only one way to find out."
Marie shrugged. "Whatever."
Silk chuckled at the look on her face. She was interested, but didn't want him to know how much. He didn't even have to make the move she was the one who did it.
