Late thirties/early forties Olivia...cousin of never-really-caught-on-Kate[so, why should we care about Olivia?]....will get busy with twentysomething Junior Mobster John Zaccara by Wednesday. And they don't even *know* each other yet!
When I was a soap mad adolescent it was about a slow pull from hijinks into romance, (Grant + Hepburn anybody? Nik and Nora Charles? ) or the love-hate relationship that you just *knew* was going to end up in the sack.
Or yes, the lonely on-the-rebound thing....but you'd get at least a couple of *weeks* of odd looks across the table or just 'happening' to bump into each other somewhere....
Guza has always seemed to view soaps as a game of Battleship, or Lego's or Play Dough.
Stick together any two people as long as they're shiny enough and then take them apart and immediately stick them to some other game piece.
Even in soaps, that's a fairly mechanical process to apply to a creative medium.
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