Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #272
…That’s not all he wants to rub,” she pats her bottom, “you let ‘em do it once and they think they can do it all the time…
“We’re getting a hundred letters a week, Lyn. The test audience wants to know why Constance Caraway is working without a partner. What about a dashing tall, dark and handsome type, you know the FBI or even better, the CIA that would give it an international flavor.”
“Christ almighty, Stanley. The day Constance teams up with some damned government freak will be a cold day in hell.” Carolyn Hanes has had it with editors, not that Stanley Rogers is a bad one, but he one of the new breed editors who are what she considers as, overly concerned and influenced by the readers. “The last time I listened to you, and it may have been the last time I do, you talked me… I mean her, into marrying that sleazy politician.”
“You didn’t have to make him sleazy,” the editor reminds her.
“If it walks like a politician, somewhat upright, with two legs and a male brain, he has to be sleazy.”
“Fine, but did you have to have him sleeping with everything wearing a skirt?”
“Everything is right,” Lyn gloats. “Remember, you don’t have to be a lady to wear a skirt.” Stanley blushes. “What about you, Stan? I can lend you one of mine.”
“All right, enough of this silly talk. What are you doing tonight? Old man Harper wants to rub elbows with his star writer.”
“That’s not all he wants to rub,” she pats her bottom. “You let ‘em do it once and they think they can do it all the time.”
There isn’t a day that goes by without some memory of her or the character she inspired. The true essences of fictional Fanny and so-real Sara have always been interchangeable, to the point that Lyn would mentally confuse the dressmaking housemate with the picture taking investigative partner. Sara would bristle when she was called Fanny. Likewise, Sara’s name used to occasionally appear in the same paragraph with Constance Caraway. That is what editors are for.
“I’m sorry, Lyn, I keep forgetting she’s gone.”