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Episode Seven
Meanwhile in a fancy looking room that looks remarkably similar to the offices in Harbour Town yet it is actually in Spain...
"I miss you too, Theresa," says Alfonso Mystery, almost mechanically into a phone, his voice carrying all the way to Harbour Town.
"Are you sure, Fonsie? You're not having an affair are you?" asks Theresa Mohammed-Piazza-Richman worriedly. "Because if you are having an affair you know that I will get terribly upset and my beautiful singing voice will rise to such high levels and will project to such a large extent that it will appear that I am yelling. Of course, I will be sure to use my diaphram as to not damage my voice box."
Alfonso laughs a relaxed, carefree and friendly laugh; quite the opposite to how Rebecca laughs – that evil, evil woman.
"Theresa, you are my wife. My love. My kitty-whisker. My queen. My rock. My roll. My pookie. My enemy. Oh no, wait! That's not right. Forget that one," says Alfonso with much thought and consideration. "I have not, I am not and I will not have an affair whilst I am in Spain and you are in the glorious Harbour Town."
"Oh, Alfonso!" giggles Theresa. "Oh, darling, I have to go. I must go and raise money to help orphans in third world countries!"
Without saying goodbye, Alfonso hangs up the phone, scratches his nose and walks over to the window. As he walks, his wooden leg clomps loudly on the floor boards and so he stops and puts a sock on the end to soften the impact.
Alfonso looks out the window, apparently at all of the exciting landmarks found in Spain that have all been placed outside his office building for his enjoyment.
"Oh Theresa..." Alfonso sighs. "If only you knew. If only I wasn't lying..."
Meanwhile, back at Les Moutons and that noisy jaw dropping...
The incredibly loud sound of Carlos's jaw dropping continues to echo through the room, giving Alexandra extra time to consider her decision. She speaks her thoughts out loud to no one in particular seeing as there is no one in the room and Carlos is busy dropping jaws. It wouldn't be surprising if his eye had popped out as well.
"Luke is all that I care about. Well I care about myself as well, but a good moisturiser and two litres of water a day solves that. Carlos has so much money as he is the richest man in Harbour Town and possibly the world and if I were to marry Carlos and Luke was to become Carlos's son and Carlos and I were to cark it, Luke would get a majority of that cash. Even if we don't die Luke could get lots of money. It could corrupt him. Or he could donate it all to a charity that helps disabled animals and he could be left on the street to die a slow and painful death. Although I guess the money could also help him lead a long and successful life. Oh it is all so hard!" whines Alexandra pathetically.
She takes a deep breath and yells loudly into the phone, "CARLOS! SHUT YOUR MOUTH!"
SILENCE
"Sorry about that," says Carlos sheepishly.
"Yes," says Alexandra quickly.
"Yes?" says a confused Carlos.
"I will marry you. I will marry Carlos Richman," says Alexandra with a small hint of surprise in her voice.
"You will? Oh, I wish the two of you the best of luck!" says Carlos stupidly. "Wait a tick! That's me! I'm Carlos Richman! Oh happy day!"
Without saying goodbye, Alexandra hangs up the phone and leans against the wall, being careful not to lean too hard because it is a load bearing wall and the restaurant was built on very unstable land by a 15 year old boy who often forgot where he was.
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