That seems to be the tarnished rule of life certain Genoa City citizens like to live by. For instance, Phyllis. If ever a woman should never open her big mouth to flap her tattletale tongue about what others have done, it is definitely her. Okay, I understand that, like a protective mother bear, she was simply coming to her cub's defense when she confronted Dru and threatened to tear off the top of the Lily's Daddy Pandora's box if Dru didn't start minding her Daniel p's and q's. And I admit, despite the low opinion she inexplicably continues to have about Daniel, Dru still had no business manhandling him while she ripped him up one side and down the other. But that would never have happened had Lily's undercover love affair not had him standing stupidly outside her door in the first place. Though her actions were still wrong, Dru was only reacting to what Lily had lead her to believe was the case. Which was that she wanted nothing to do with a doggedly determined to pursue her anyway, Daniel. That said, I still think Phyllis was out of line. Maybe I had too much wax in my ears to hear clearly, but hadn't Daniel just implored his interfering excuse for a Ma to keep her vicious tongue on lock-down so as not to make matters worse? Of course, when you think about it, when it comes to Phyllis, his words were probably akin to bopping an already enraged bull on the head with a bright red flag. So, true to form, ignoring her son's reasonable request, leaps before she peeks, Phyllis, went barreling full speed ahead, spewing all the Winters family secrets for just outside the open door Lily to hear. And who is Madame Big Mouth to chastise someone else for their parentage secrecy anyway? Look at the lengths that bimbo went to, up to and including murder, to keep Daniel's real Daddy a secret.
Was Dru wrong to keep the truth from Lily and Neil for so long? In hindsight, definitely. At least I always thought so, because it wasn't as if Dru went out and deliberately had a secret affair with her husband's brother. And foam at the mouth Phyllis knows the real truth. That there was no romance nor relationship. If Phyllis just had to aim her hypocritical finger at someone, perhaps she should have pointed it straight at Malcolm. Because he can mutter and moan all he wants to about how he thought Dru wanted him. I was there back then, and it was every bit as easy to see as the nose on my face that Dru was out of her head and had no idea who he was.
Of course, some fans would say Dru deserves every bit of the grief Phyllis has just given her. Turnabout is fair play, you reap what you sow, and do unto others are just a few of the cliches some people might mutter while cackling gleefully. For advising her sister to practically shove herself down Brad's cheating gullet, for one, and for sticking her snout into Abby Daddy business that did not concern her, for two. And I would have to agree with those fans. I thought Dru was wrong then, just as I think Phyllis is wrong now. Because then, as now, outside interference has ruined the fabric of a family tapestry. And though it seems Phyllis has suddenly become an arbitrator of truth and justice, I don't see her climbing atop the Genoa City Athletic Club roof to truthfully tell all and sundry what naughty stuff she's doing to Sharon's spouse behind bolted hotel room doors.
Next to feel the painful prick of my pitchfork is Miss Lily, who deserves at least honorary recognition as Little Queen of the Twisted Tale. I have to wonder whether Lily would recognize the truth even if it walked right up and booted her in the bottom. Her life is a lie? While that's certainly true, the fault for that certainly can't all be piled prettily outside Dru's door. Like Pinocchio, if Lily's nose had to tell the tale every time a lie was told, she'd never be able to get close enough to cuddle with Dan-yell. By contrast, how refreshing it was to hear Daniel at least come clean with the truth. Of course, seeing that it was Phyllis who received his confession, it wasn't as if he really had anything to fear. It's clear that Phyllis would much rather be a pal than a parent. But back to Lily. I looked in my empathy bag and lo and behold, I found nothing for Lily. Now that she knows the truth, the real truth and nothing but, how much will any of you wager that she's going to run with it right to dear old Not My Dad? I wouldn't risk a cent on that unlikely occurrence. Instead, I suspect she'll use what she knows to force Dru to accept Dan-yell in her life. So forgive me, if I cry no crocodile tears for Miss Lily for the loss of her father. She has plenty of critical things to say about how Dru handled things. Let's see if she picks the path labeled Truth No Matter the Consequences or It's All About Me. By the way, fan, Elaine, I like the way you think (See below).
Leaving the ladies behind, dead ahead with a target centered in the middle of it, is J.T.'s slight back. All that huffing and puffing because Mac didn't tell him he was almost a Papa. Did he tell Mac he was off chasing shadow camera boys at Colleen's request? I put my ear right next to the TV and I didn't hear him say that. What I did hear and see was steam pouring out of his ears because Kevin knew what he would have known had his lanky limbs been sprawled across the couch in Coed Central instead of hovering ineffectively in the background at the Abbotts. Perhaps had he been home instead of somewhere else, he might have been the one driving Mac to Memorial instead of Kevin. How much does J.T. love Mac? I don't need my fingers and toes to enumerate the ways 'cause I already know the answer. Not very much it seems. Because once again he's accidentally become twisted in the sheets, er, couch cushions, with an older woman while involved with one younger. What is it with this guy, anyway? Does his little lips not know how to sound out the letters N and O?
Oh Victoria, rebound relations? With J.T.? Tsk, tsk. Why? Do you think he might be able to fill Ryan's shoes? The same shoes that were apparently too big for Bradley? One thing about Genoa City folks. These people certainly don't believe in squandering valuable time, do they? Forget about crying inconsolably in their Koolaid. Give them a couple of shots of the good stuff in the liquor cabinet and their hearts are miraculously healed. The broken engagement news hasn't even made it 'round the City and already Victoria's tearing off another man's trousers. You didn't love old Bradley much, now did you? As for J.T., my sharp tongue has only unprintable insults for his fickle behind. He had the nerve to talk about never trusting Mac again? Seems that he's the one who can't be trusted. With any female eighteen to eighty. Slime is too kind of a description for him.
Speaking of moving right along, despite the insincere words sliding from Brad's mouth, heartbroken is not the picture his demeanor immediately brought to my mind's eye. While proclaiming himself oh so in love with the dark Victoria, his eyes of late have been falling on Sharon with uninterested eyes. But that was then. More recently when last they parted, I couldn't help but see a definite gleam of speculation in the greedy gaze Bradley aimed at Sharon. Remember, this is the same man who requested Victoria's hand in marriage mere hours after professing his never felt like this before amour to Sharon. And wasn't it only soap yesterday or the day before that he was telling Ashley he guessed he was stuck with her? For Brad, love is like standing at the bus stop. There's always another bus comin' round the corner with a moneyed female aboard. You know, if Brad's not careful, he's going to get a bad name in this town. He's dumped both the Abbott women and now he's officially been left curbside by each of the Newman gals.
Nick is given my grudging commendation for his intention to tell Sharon the truth. If not for Noah's little knock to his noggin, the Athletic Club conversation between Sharon and Brad might have gone quite differently. By the way, though you certainly can't see them beneath those skintight frocks of hers, Phyllis most certainly has the biggest brass ... nerve I've ever seen. Showing up at the hospital like that. It's not as if she's close to Noah. Those few sentences she spoke to him in his hospital room have to be about the total sum of her communication with him. Okay, I had to get that out. Now back to the Newman marriage. Phyllis' odd hospital visit apparently not setting off any blaring alarms, the veil of infidelity still blocks Sharon's view, already partly clouded by those rose colored glasses perched on the end of her nose, and she still thinks Phyllis is her family's friend. So why is my commendation to Nick grudging? Because although he fully intended to rain on Sharon's anniversary parade, his change of heart isn't really doing her any favor. If all he's going to do is pine painfully for his sultry siren, he might as well have brought down the curtain on his false marriage. But I have to give him credit for at least being willing to try to make the pretense a reality. Me, I'll always chose the quick cut of the painful truth over being the pitied half of a pretend pairing.
Speaking of pairing, raise your hands high if you think Nooky, I mean Nick-liss is really over. The parting is barely a day old and already they're looking longingly at their cell phone keypads, their sad little faces lined with lonely despair. There Nick is, forcing his dimpled grin of happiness at Sharon's urging. There Phyllis is, cupping Jack's face, leading him up the stairs. Nick again, this time pressing digits, starting, but thinking better of making a quick call to his mistress while his wife's away. Back to Phyllis, this time coming down Jack's staircase, in Jack's robe, taking a melancholy moment out to think about Nick. Now Phyllis wants to play vulnerable vixen. No strings, keep it light, if no one knows, who's it gonna hurt? Isn't that all the things and more Phyllis said? Why if I had a heart, it would probably be bleeding in sympathetic pain for her. But, who said I possessed a heart? Even without one, I almost felt sorry for her. Almost being the operative word. And lastly, that's a picture of me I've inserted in the scene, my mouth forming a horrified O, silently screaming at the possibility of Phyllis in that theatrical soap pose, you know the one with her hand on her still flat tummy with a growing Newman or Abbott heir curled cozily inside. Please someone promise me we're not about to take another journey down the Who's the Daddy Road. Although it would probably be poetic justice of the most ironic kind to see how Phyllis would choose to handle a similar situation for which she's repeatedly raked Dru over the coals for.
Okay back to my original question. No, I do not believe Nick-liss is no more. Will they be able to keep their hands, or other body parts from each other? Not likely. And if they can't, everything they've done and might continue to do under the dark and musky covers will eventually be dragged out into the bright light of day. If they're caught in a somewhat compromising position, whose eyes do you think might catch them in the act? Neil, Nikki, Victor, Michael, or more devastatingly Jack, or worst case scenario of all, Sharon. Oh, I'm practically drooling at the thought of that particular confrontation. Because when necessary, Sharon can cut quite a wide swath with that sharp, sarcastic tongue of hers, but we all know Phyllis has never been a pushover and I doubt very seriously that she's suddenly going to become one. Just think. Two Nick-described amazing woman battling it out over him.
Okay, one last smart-aleck remark at Phyllis' expense. Did she really say to Nick: You're really close to Noah, aren't you? Duhh, slap a pointy dunce cap on her impetuous head. No, sex on the brain, he just took a leave of absence from his job to play stay at home daddy cause he doesn't care a fig about his little kid. Although it's not so surprising Phyllis might find this kind of caring a bit baffling. It's not as if she's accustomed to putting her son before her current sheet mate.
So anyway, when the truth comes out, there's going to be plenty of heartbreak to go around. But who will be weeping in tandem and who might be moping alone? Nick and Phyllis will have each other. Sharon can safely turn to Brad, especially since Victoria has tossed him on the reject pile. And since she's now had J.T., it's not like she'll have to cry in her pillow alone, unless she just wants to or Colleen winds up with the J.T. prize in her Crackerjack box. In a related pairing, if J.T. is through with Mac, she can lean on Kevin. Who will console Jack, you might wonder? Well, unless he's planning on sending for Diane, looks like he's going to be shivering out in the cold all alone. I guess he can always lean on Stepmommy. And no I don't mean Gloria. I meant Jill.
After days and days of listening to Jack and his like minded cohorts stridently accuse Michael of all manner of underhanded doings, it was a nice change to see Lauren standing supportively by her man. And she looked quite young and adorable in her casual updo.
And last, but not least, it was multiple hanky time at the Abbott house. Watching the touching montage of days gone by reminded me how long I've been caught up in the fictional but fascinating lives of these Genoa City citizens, because I remembered every one of those moments. It was a very powerful parting and quite well done. No complaints. I loved it!
For Joan and all other fans of John Abbott, of which I am one, don't despair quite yet. Despite how things appear, like Nick-liss, I just don't believe John's departure is the end of this story. Don't scribble The End across this one just yet. My guess is he'll be back. But, it's just a guess. I don't know any more than you.
But until that time comes, if it ever does, pop up the popcorn because the drama is about to begin. Gloria is living with a two-headed monster. The face glowering malevolently on the right is Jack's and the one that looks as if it smells something an alley cat dragged in belongs to Ashley. With Gloria in full possession of John's proxy, the double dealing corporate games are about to begin. And as team captain, Jack is already recruiting possible players. Well, Jack might have Ashley and Jill on his side, but he might want to be careful about boasting too loudly about his ability to bring to the table all the power and might of CI as well. Sure, Jack is running CI things now. But he seems to have conveniently forgotten it's Kay who has ultimate veto power.
Okay, fans, I've had my sarcastic say. What follows are your opinions. And as usual, you didn't pull any punches!