Skye looked at Jesse "Don't tell me you're
into conspiracy theories?" she said as she pushed her way into the hospital. "Why are you here anyway, were you once married to Marjorie?" she said laughing. Jesse looked at her and smiled sheepishly, Skye stopped walking, "Oh my God were you, were
you married to her? When, why don't we know that?" Jesse laughed, as he watched Skye hyperventilate "I was here getting some shots, I'm flying to India next week." Skye calmed down, "Oh, thank you Goddess. India, wow, great don't tell Marjorie, she'll have you bring back some fabric or the Taj Majal."
Marjorie looked at herself in the four mirrors surrounding the bed. She looked great, too great, that Gwennifer looked 
like she'd been rode hard and put away wet. The photographers were eating her up. It was ridiculous
, that woman had the acting ability of driftwood and was as attractive as a sharpei but for some reason the camera loved her. Marjorie cracked her door open and looked out, the paparazzi were camped out in front of that hussy's door. Marjorie opened the door and walked out, the photographers started snapping her limping halting walk. She spotted Skye and a very handsome man, perfect just perfect.
Marjorie walked toward Skye put her arms out to her and fainted in a dead heap on the floor.
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