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Gina Roma
November 1,
2002
Just part of
the fine service
What's that you
say? You've just arrived at the RoadKill Cafe for the reception after your infant child's
baptism but can't find a place to stash the kid while you party down? Not a problem at the
RoadKill!
Owner and
operator, and dead-set on poisoning her guests to death with nothing more than a bacon
burger and a gallon of Blue Nun, Gina Roma has the perfect solution. Her cramped but
always with room to spare office now sports a bassinet for tired, tiny babies who should
be home in bed and not lugged around like sacks of flour.
As a bonus for
parents with no desire to see their kids except when doing so somehow serves to wash away
their sins, Roma will also assign one of her many minimum-wage waitresses who depend on
tips to earn a decent living to watch over the child. It's just part of that fine RoadKill
Cafe service.
June 11, 2002
Wedding party?
RoadKill
Cafe owner Gina Roma has announced her firm will handle all arrangements for the soon to
be announced wedding party which will be thrown for newlyweds Paul and Izzy Williams. Roma
expects the event easy to cater as the Williams' have little if any friends.
Izzy
Williams is so hated by her new mother-in-law it is unlikely Mary Williams will attend her
son's affair and outside a father thought to be living in a foreign country, the new Mrs.
Williams only friend is the devious Diane Jenkins.
For
his part, Williams has no known friends and may have to pay his office manager, Lynne 'Yes
Boss' Bassett to attend. All total, the party is expect to draw more flies than people.
Spreading the
word
May 14, 2002
by Brent
Kellogg
RoadKill Cafe owner Gina Roma made an announcement this week of her intention to spread
word of world renown crusader Christine 'Bug' Blair's return to Genoa City.
Roma's campaign will encompass a single letter to her brother and should be the highlight
of aging rock star Danny Romalotti's day when received. Formerly married to the crusader,
Romalotti has expressed no concern for the woman since losing a love tug with the Bug over
private detective Paul Williams. Romalotti subsequently fought for and won custody of
suspected killer Phyllis Summer's son, Danny Jr. Although Summers was granted visitation
rights, Romalotti fled with the child to Europe and hasn't been seen since.
Why Roma would want her brother to know of the Bug's return made absolutely no sense. A
year ago, Roma told attorney Michael Baldwin that the Bug and Williams "were meant to
be together."
Speculation grew over what might be in Roma's letter.
My dear brother:
I know you may find this strange but I wanted you to know. Christine was in the restaurant
today! I personally waited on her and suggested she stay in Genoa City. You may have heard
that after she and Paul broke up she went to Australia for a few months on business. I
really hope she'll stay. It got me to thinking about when you two were married and how
hard it must be for you to be raising a child all by herself. It's a long shot but what
would you think about moving back to Genoa City? You could fight with Paul again for
Christine's love and I've got this feeling Christine would love nothing more than to be
with you again. I'm sure she would be thrilled raising Phyllis' son too.
Well, I've got to run. The lunchtime rush is starting. I don't want to miss any of the
juicy gossip and have all those complimentary bottles of booze to get rid of. Stay in
touch and think about what I said.
Love,
Sis
PS - If you're not using that Technicolor dream coat could you send it to me? I'd like to
hang on the restaurant wall as something to remember you by.
May 3, 2002
Auntie Evil
by Michael Kelly
Never let it be said that Road kill Cafe owner Gina Roma doesn't have the
milk of human kindness coursing through her varicose veins. The pasta pusher saw fit to
duplicate a photo of her nephew Daniel Romalotti so that his mother Phyllis Abbott would
be able to see how the child who was ripped from her arms in an inane custody clash years
before has grown and changed. She's all heart.
Of course, Roma couldn't be bothered mailing or handing the photo to the former sister
in-law she despises. Gina simply gave it to Phyllis' friend Michael Baldwin to do with it
what he saw fit. He could present Abbott with the picture or toss it in the trash as far
as she was concerned. After all, the poor thing could collapse from shock after being
allowed the first glimpse in years of the child she gave birth to.
Actually, that's not entirely accurate. Phyllis caught a few quick glimpses of some Daniel
snapshots days earlier when Roma was showing off her nephew to sperm stealer Diane
Jenkins. Abbott happened to walk into Roma's eatery just in time to see the two women she
abhors most in the world oohing and aahing over photos of her child that she hadn't yet
seen herself!
Gina wanted Baldwin to believe she felt very sorry for poor Phyllis. What a crock! When
the redhead told Roma she had no right to flaunt photos of her kid to the Jenkins wench,
Gina told her to get over it. Now, she's suddenly developed a conscience? How convenient!
Abbott should have given Roma a smack upside the head and a serious kick in her fat ass
for being such a cold hearted, two-faced bitch. And what about Daniel's father? No hit
wonder Danny Romalotti must have circled the globe ten times over during the longest,
uninterrupted concert tour ever. Why hasn't the rock star extraordinaire bothered to send
his son's mother a lousy picture? Better yet, let Genoa City's hometown hero pull a one
night gig in Genoa City so that Abbott could give the damn kid a hug. Doesn't Daniel ever
ask to see the woman who gave him life?
Then again, perhaps Daniel believes his mother feels nothing but indifference toward him.
Phyllis hasn't exactly knocked herself out trying to find time in her busy schedule to get
on a plane to visit the boy. Abbott would prefer to wrap herself in the shawl of
victim-hood. It's more fun to wail that she's empty without her son, and kvetch that her
husband cares more about obtaining the recently discovered son he artificially sired with
Jenkins than he does about being married to her. There's an undeniable irony at work here.
Phyllis can't blame evil Auntie Gina, or her husbands past and present for the loneliness
that's eating away at her.
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