Angelique 20 Date: 1/8/02 1:55:54 PM Central Standard Time From: Aesgaard Heading back to England, Angelique returned to London. As the war started in 1939, however, she and the Spellcraft family became forced to leave as a short madman terrorized much of Europe. Joining the USO, Angelique searched the local art galleries ahead of the Nazis while at night she danced with American service men coming to the aid of England. As she entertained, her memories were often returning to Barnabus back home unaware of the events occuring around him. "You seem distracted tonight, Angelique." One of her admirers noticed. "Just thinking, Colonel Hogan." She smiled. "Now don't get yourself put in one of those POW camps." "Would I do that ?" The Fifties brought Angelique back home. She purchased her first car and spent most of her time shouting obscenities at it. "Now listen here you five ton hunk of metal !" She roared at it. "I am the last person in the world you want to get angry ! You won't believe what I could do to you !!" "Whoa, whoa, whoa," The Milwaukee mechanic came over. "This thing is a work of art, much like yourself. You need to show her you love her." He reached in and turned the ignition of the light blue 1957 Chevrolet Convertible. It turned over and hummed like a purring kitten. "How can I thank you ?" Angelique looked up. "Would you like to go up to Inspiration Point with me ?" The Sixties amused Angelique very much as all the teenagers had long hair, carried flowers and picketed against a new war in the Far East. She was working as a model in Chicago, but her war concerned the teenage boys in her neighborhood. "Mr. Bundy," she appeared at the door of her neighbor. "I just got home and I found something disgusting on the outside of my bedroom window." She pulled a young man inside by the ear. "Al, are you bothering Mrs. Collins again ?" "Oh come on, dad," The boy looked up. "Her window was there, the ladder was there........" "Mr. Bundy," Angelique continued. "If this happens again, I will place a curse on your family and all its descendants......" Father and son laughed as they slammed the door. "......if only someone hadn't beaten me to it." She remarked turning back to her house. Looking for something to do, she clicked on her tv as she perused her mail. The tv screen came to life on the black and white images of water crashing against rocks. Wavering letters rose over them as Angelique scanned the mailers she had been sending to art galleries. Among them, she noticed a wedding invitation from New York. "We Please Request Your Presence At The Wedding Of Darren Stephens And Samantha Spellcraft." Samantha had done it. She followed Angelique's lead by marrying a regular man. At the wedding, she heard that Thomas had also did so. "They just had a baby girl." Hilda mentioned at the reception. "They named her Sabrina Angelique Spellman." Angelique's ego went up a notch as she noticed one of the other guests eyeing her over. He was handsome and distinguished as they looked each other. "Who is that ?" she asked. "Schuyler Rumson." Zelda replied."He's a client at McMann and Tate where Darren works." Rumson glided over. "Care to dance ?" He asked. "Perhaps." Angelique beamed as she sent back a look of superiority to Zelda and Hilda. They merely rose their glasses to her as Rumson took her hand. He stared deeply into her blue azure eyes. "I've never met anyone like you before." He claimed. "What would it take to get you to marry me ?" "But you don't know me." "I will." END
