If the week had gone on any longer, someone would have had to start building an arc. I love my soap, but I will be the first to admit I gave a gargantuan sigh of grateful relief when the week was finally done. Not since the emotional and heartbreaking passing of Ryan McNeil have I had so many tattered, tear-soaked tissues strewn around me. If I was the one wielding the pen or tapping the keys, no one would ever die in the make believe land of Genoa City, Wisconsin. They would just go mysteriously away, so if need be they could return to be enjoyed another day. But, alas, the scribes have decreed otherwise and unless this has all been one week-long nightmare, Cassie has added her name to the ranks of the Genoa City dearly departed, joining some of my once favorite fictional folks like Ryan, Tony Viscodi and Phillip Chancellor II.
Fan, Clam, below, along with scores of others, wants to know why it was so necessary for Cassie to go. Among the multiple reasons and guesses being bandied about cyberspace, one in particular stands out as most likely to contain a grain or three of truth. That those anonymous "theys" wanted desperately to send Sharon and Nick in a new and strife-filled direction. One that could possibly unravel the oft-mended strands of the ties that bind them, yet not involve another instance of infidelity. Just my opinion, but that's a rather weak reason to kill off their child. Because it doesn't take the brain power of even a mediocre rocket scientist to come up with a number of other ways far short of Cassie's demise that could have accomplished that. For example, why couldn't Ken and Barbie Newman have bumped empty heads over corporate conflicts? But perhaps Cassie had to go to make room for that other girl child she predicted her mother would one day bear. One who would be a Newman by birth and not just adoption. After all, I can't be the only fan who's noticed multiple baby mommy/daddies in the same family are nearly nonexistent? If you don't believe me, just run your finger along the branches of the family trees of the births (and deaths) of pertinent persons' progeny. Other than Cassie, has a second child not fathered or mothered by the father or mother of a sibling already existing, ever survived? To my limited knowledge, I can only come up with Kay's two with different fathers, and Paul's two with different mothers. Although Paul's such a deadbeat dad, his Daddy dog tags ought to be ripped right off his neck and stamped obsolete.
But back to the tragic subject at hand and how it was handled by the Newmans. While Nick has often tread painfully on my last two nerves in the past, I have nothing but high praise for him this time. His portrayal of a grief-stricken parent was outstanding. Nikki, easily one of the best criers in daytime, was awesome as well. My favorite moment: The devastation on her face and her obvious reluctance to move from Cassie's bedside as Victor began to lead her away from the bed. Victor's repeated disbelieving looks toward the door wordlessly telegraphed his helplessness and anguish that in this instance, there was nothing he could say, do, or buy that would fix what had gone so terribly wrong. As all in the room sorrowfully came to the realization that Cassie was really going to die, I admit tears were trickling down my face as well. Watching that line go flat on the monitor, accompanied by that long drawn out alarm is always startling and all too true to life. Even when you know it's make believe, it's still a disturbing sight. I was never so glad to arrive at the end of a show. Though I'm not a fan of dream storylines (think Pam Ewing on Dallas), this was one time I would have welcomed Cassie, Sharon or Nick waking up to find it had all been a nightmare.
So the big question is, what did Cassie whisper to Nick? Although he began to croon her a lullaby immediately after, I doubt that was her final request. Fans, including me, are already guessing Cassie told Nick she was driving that night. If that's so, it will probably take him awhile for the meaning of her words to register. Even when it does, he may assume it was at Daniel's request or even that she made it up to save him. It may very well be all up to Daniel to put the pieces of that murky night together.
In the meantime, the strain between husband and wife is already showing. Unwilling to share his grief, Nick has chosen solitary mourning, leaving Sharon to shoulder the dual burdens of her own sorrow and that of Noah's, which is bound to drive a wedge between them. Instead of weeping brokenly on Sharon's sympathetic shoulder or offering his for her, Nick has chosen rage as the fuel to get him through each day. While Daniel is the primary focus of his hatred, he's by no means the only one. If Nick must blame others for Cassie's death, instead of giving Lily a look so hateful she should have expired on the spot, he should cast his glare upon a Newman family photo. After all, there are more than enough Newman's, plus Doris, that one of them should have been parked protectively next to Cassie's bed 24/7. No, instead they stood around having constant confabs with all and sundry, apparently way down the hall and around the corner from Cassie's room, since none of them saw the little waif wobbling slowly and painstakingly down the hall, whispering, Daniel, Daniel.
As for Daniel, he's already on the run, well sort of. Allowing himself to be convinced by Lily to hide practically in plain sight, he's already probably about to climb the walls of the small Abbott playhouse. With Lily, her appetite undoubtedly about the size of a baby bird's, toting bags bigger than she is of sandwiches, it can't be long before someone puts 1 and 1 together and gets Daniel. Phyllis is already convinced Lily knows more than she'll admit to. I was surprised Phyllis didn't simply follow her.
During the brief intermissions when we weren't being bombarded with bereavement about Cassie's short life and lingering death, part of the remaining portion was spent halfheartedly watching and barely listening to pathetic repartee between cooing couple to wannabe, J.T. and Mac. J.T. might as well go ahead and open wide, because Mac's going to continue to be forced down his throat and ours. Just like former one-night stand, Robin, on the morning after (in Mac's case she skipped the night before), a few of J.T.'s smiles had Mac puttering happily at the stove, having spent the sleepless night memorizing the steps in the manual that insists the best way to your man's heart is by filling his stomach. It appears that despite Mac's high I.Q. and once aspiring career expectations, she has become just another J.T.-obsessed woman. Why must every woman in J.T.'s life be the aggressive pursuer? He's cute, but come on, he's not all that. The Mac who used to care about the less fortunate, regularly spent time volunteering at the shelter, worked at Crimson for a little pocket change to call herself self-sufficient despite her grandma's bottomless treasure chest, has disappeared without a discernable trace. The only thing she's working at now is capturing J.T. in her matrimonial net. It was nauseating enough watching Mac keep increasing the amount of cleavage she shows and arranging and re-arranging herself in what she hoped were enticing poses on a tarnished tinplate platter. Now Kay has lent her elderly arms to the task with her entrance into the get my granddaughter a guy sweepstakes. Why doesn't she just hand Mac Jill's dust-covered toy box of sexaerobic toys and lock the two of them in one of the musty mansion guest room to busy themselves?
Oh well, if there's a bright side to be looked at, it's that we should finally be through with Mac's infantile revolving door behavior, flouncing in and out of places wearing out the path between home and Grandmother's house. Complaining all the while about all the qualities J.T. apparently lacks. If J.T. is so not what she wants (and her constant criticisms and complaints would lead a fan to think he wasn't), why does she keep chasing after him?
With Mac loping determinedly after J.T., Kevin returns to being the odd young adult out. Too old for the teens and too young or hated for the rest of the grown ups. But there is still one romantic option open for him. One that would effectively knock two bickering birds off the branch by slinging one good sized stone. Yes, I'm referring to Gotta Get Me a Green Card or Good American Guy Gitta. The possibilities between these two actually crossed my mind last week when she was making nice small talk with him at the Athletic Club. Since everybody knows I'm kind of sweet on the former cradle robbing, fire starting, once borderline maniac, I'd probably see chemistry between him and a wooden pole. Beyond Kevin's obvious appreciation of Gitta's displayed assets, their encounter at the Abbotts was too brief to judge, but I'd like to see them give it a try. Once Gloria got over the shock, a romantic entanglement with Kevin could only help her cause.
Her job shooting Cupid's arrows done, Kay turned her attention to matchmaking of the corporate kind. Despite what Jack and Jill would have us believe, from my seat on the sofa, Damon's sudden desertion of his lab duties was no Jabot decimating disaster. So what, Damon's haunches will no longer be plunked down on a lab stool. Ashley was the only chemical cook manning the Bunsen burners long before Damon came ambling along. After all, it's not as if Damon can be credited with some earth shattering cosmetic accomplishment. In between frequent personal leaves of absences, the one thing he managed to produce wasn't even all his discovery. And even though most of the groundwork had been done, he still managed to mess up the remainder by turning a hair straightener into a dissolver. But Jill tried to use Damon's sudden resignation as an excuse to throw her weight around and remind Ashley who she now had to bow down to. Fortunately for Jill, Kay, who in the past couple of weeks has taken more interest in business than she has in years, was there to save her domineering daughter's derriere. Apparently it wasn't enough for Kay to give Jill the Jabot CEO toy; she had to teach her the proper way to play with it and how best to take care of its game pieces as well. I guess Jack's backstabbing attack on Jill convinced Kay to let Arthur bygones be bygones. Thanks to his treachery, all has apparently been forgiven and Kay and Jill now seem to be a model mother and daughter duo.
When is Gloria going to lower her expectations when it comes to her fellow housemates, Jack and Ashley, in particular? As far as Jack and Ashley are concerned, when it has to do with Gloria and her family, there is no such thing as good news. Unless they need Michael to help them accomplish their evil ends, he's regarded similar to something they wipe off their shoe before stepping inside the Inn. Lauren should have shown Jack a picture of two burned bottom skillets when he was pointing his scornful finger at the Baldwin clan. Can't get much lower than a sperm thief. As for Phyllis, I realize she's all caught up in her son's situation, but hasn't she ever heard the one about being a friend if you hope to have one? As many times as she's run crying to Michael to bail her out of one leaky boat or another, she couldn't be bothered with so much as a simple congratulatory "good for him"?
Speaking of the Baldwin/Fenmore nuptials, early Fall??? It's only May. Are we really going to drag this out until September, October? It's not as if Lauren hasn't tottered down the paper covered aisle a time or two before.
Well, fans, the week has been an emotional roller coaster for most of us. You all had so much to say about Cassie and other matters, and I wish I could have included every word. Since I couldn't, I decided to only include what you had to say about Cassie. So, here's to you, Miss Cassie Newman, and to echo fan Shelly; Camryn Grimes, we wish you all the very best. You will surely be missed!