Remember When - 2001

Nick & Sharon Newman's Dead Baby - part 6

December 23, 2001

Want to talk about it?
by Suzy Tanaka

Imagine a city so warm and cuddly it rolls out the red carpet to all newcomers stepping foot on its hallowed ground. After searching high and low for the perfect city in which to establish new roots, you arrive one day at Genoa City's International airport. Stepping off the plane you are greeted by the Mayor and other dignitaries. They shower you with gifts and give you the key to the city. But you've got to return it within 24-hours. After that, you're on your own.

After turning in the key you look around for a place to get a good cup of coffee. Starbucks is out. You're looking for something more intimate. A coffee house by day, club for all ages by night. A few passerby's you quiz recommend the little shop near the local college run by a popular couple named Newman.

Because the Newman shop is conveniently located you travel the few blocks to check it out. From outward appearance, save for the overflowing dumpster in the back, the shop looks inviting. You enter, find there are plenty of available tables, and wait to be served. After a friendly waiter takes your order you notice a woman behind the counter looking at a piece of mail fighting back tears.

Others in this city have made you feel so at home you can't help but feel compassion for the woman. Pushing away from the table you take a few steps toward the counter and notice the envelope in the woman's hand. It must be a bill you tell the woman but she seems to be having difficulty figuring that out. You think to yourself, what's wrong with this picture?

"I need to know if an innocent life was lost for no good reason," the woman volunteers.

"Are you okay?" you ask.
"It's just a bill," the woman says but you know there's more to it. "It was for a test but there are no results here," the woman continues.

Determined to help, you tell the woman the test results must have gone to the doctor. Why not call? But in a blink of an eye the woman is heading toward the door. As she scurries along you notice a sound. Like rocks rolling around in an empty box.

Back at your table you look around. Your order has not arrived but a lot of mindless teenagers have just walked in. Before you can flag down the waiter the woman returns holding another envelope. Opening it she breaks down bawling. You rush to her side. Her head goes into your armpit before she comes to her senses.

"I hardly know you," she babbles.
"Want to talk about it?" you ask.
"No," the woman squawks and then rushes off.

Again, you hear that sound. Like rocks rolling around in an empty box.

(Dateline) -- January 7, 2002
Married to the Devil?
Newman Enterprises heir to the throne Nick Newman was observed this week wandering the halls of his father's empire and looking out the windows lost in deep thought. His disheveled appearance due in part to cat-napping on a short sofa, Newman considered having to sleep at the office a small price to pay for the few moments of enduring freedom he receives in return.

(Dateline) -- February 18, 2002
No progress in Newman divorce
Determined to prevent the break up of their son's marriage, Victor and Nikki Newman agonized over what will happen if Nick and Sharon Newman's marriage goes south.

"I wish we could share the benefit of our experience to help them avoid the mistakes we made," Victor said of his many failed marriages.

Nick may not be very bright but he does have enough sense to know that ridding himself of a woman who bawls and snivels endlessly over the slightest thing can only be a positive step.

Leaving no doubt that Sharon is a confused, phlegm coughing, nauseous woman was the outright backbiting of her own daughter. During a conversation with her mother, Sharon whined that Cassie Newman is treating her badly and that hubby Nick put the kid up to it.

At one time the only happily married couple among the elite in Genoa City the Newmans troubles came to a boil recently when Mrs. Newman lost an unborn baby. Since that time she has been unwilling to accept responsibility for the death saying her husband is to blame.

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