produced/written by G. Matthew Smith



EPISODE #17 (Tuesday 5/15/01) click here for a printable version of this episode
Dane and Sara's wedding day, September 1935

GOOD HOPE CHURCH

Good Hope ChurchStephanie Lake"I just want to wish you and Dane all the luck in the world," Stephanie muttered nervously as she extended her hand to Sara.  "I really do mean that."

"What kind of trick are you trying to pull now, Stephanie?" Sara questioned coldly.  "What kind of horrible, evil stunt are you cooking up?  How dare you, of all people, show up at my wedding and try to cause trouble!  Haven't you caused enough harm?"

The color drained from Stephanie's face as she felt her body begin to shake.


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GOOD HOPE CHURCH

Good Hope ChurchCharles Callison"I really don't think that it was a good idea for me to come here," Charles muttered to Annabelle as he sipped his punch.  "These people are watching us like hawks."

"Oh, you know how they are," Annabelle cooed as she carefully stroked his back.  "The people in this town thrive on any little bit of gossip they can find or make up.  The fact that you're a Callison only makes it worse.  You have to remember that, although there are many advantages to having that name, there are also drawbacks."

"I realize that.  It's something I've dealt with for years."  He rested his chin in his hand as he let his mind drift.  "But all of their curious looks just remind me that I've done something horrible.  I can't forgive myself for how I've hurt Francis.  How can I expect them to act any differently?"

"But, Charles, there were so many different things involved."  She moved closer to him and gazed deeply into his eyes.  "You weren't in complete control of your senses.  You can't be held accountable because of that."

"I know I was drunk, Annabelle.  I know that under normal circumstances, I might have acted differently."  He turned away from her in an attempt to hide his shame.  "However, that doesn't change the fact that I what I did was wrong.  I have to take full responsibility for that!  If I hadn't have wanted to do what we did, no amount of alcohol would've forced me to betray my wife."

Annabelle LakeAnnabelle smiled inwardly to herself.  "Well, if Francis can't forgive one little mistake..."

"That wasn't a little mistake!" he snapped as he spun around to face her.  "That was a mistake that destroyed my life!"

"Well, if it was such a big mistake," Annabelle said pointedly as she leaned back and folded her arms across her chest, "then why are you still seeing me and not begging your wife to take you back?"


Stephanie Lake"This isn't a trick!"  Stephanie's voice shook as she tried to fight back her tears.  "You're my cousin!  You're the closest thing to a sister I've got.  All I've ever wanted for you was for you to be happy!"

"So you set out to take away the one thing in the world that could make me the happiest?"  Sara glared at her.  "You're pathetic!  I don't know why it took me so long to see you for the horrible wretch you really are.  The only thing in this world that matters to you is what you want and need...to hell with everyone else!"

"N-no!  That's not they way it is!"  Stephanie looked at Dane and caught the sly grin he was trying to hide.  He was thoroughly enjoying the pain she was suffering.

Sara Manchester"Get out of here, Stephanie!  I never want to see your horrible face again!"  And with that, Sara grabbed Dane's arm and quickly stormed away.

Dane ManchesterStephanie held her head in her hands as she tried to catch her tears.  She realized that she had no one to blame but herself.  Sara's anger was completely justified.  If only it hadn't been for Dane!  If only Dane had just left Sara alone.  She lifted her head and saw the crowd of eyes that had witnessed the verbal beating she'd just received.  Once again publicly humiliated, Stephanie rushed from the room.