produced/written by G. Matthew Smith

EPISODE #18 (Wednesday 5/16/01) click here for a printable version of this episode
same day, September 1935

Charles CallisonCharles nuzzled her neck gently as he caressed her soft flesh.

Oh, how much I love you...oh, how much I need you.  You are the only woman in the world for me.  How could I ever make it through this life without you.  I've hurt you terribly and I don't deserve all the love and forgiveness that you're willing to give me.  Oh, Francis, how I love you so much...

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Annabelle Lake800 W. Rose St. Apt #3, Albanyville, IL"Oh, Charles," Annabelle sighed as he kissed her tenderly on her neck.  "You do have a way about you."

He looked up startled as he drug his mind back from its wanderings.  He was there with Annabelle in her apartment, not with Francis...not with the woman he truly wanted to be with.

She eyed him closely.  "Dear, where were you a moment ago?  You seemed to be off in another world?"

"I-I'm sorry," he muttered as he pulled away from her.  "I was thinking about Francis.  I love her so much.  I-I really shouldn't be here."

"Then why are you here?" she questioned as she sat back and lit a cigarette.  "If you love your wife so much, why are you here with me?  After all, I am the reason she left you."  She slid herself over to him and rested her head on his arm.  "You know, I didn't want any of this to happen.  I truly didn't intend to destroy your marriage.  I only wanted a little part of you for myself.  I just wanted a piece of your heart, not the entire thing."  She snuck a glance up at him to check if he was truly paying attention to her.

Charles Callison"I don't blame you," he muttered.  He closed his eyes and tried to will away everything that had happen over the past months.  "I have to take responsibility for what I've done.  No matter what you did, nothing would ever have come of it if I hadn't wanted it to.  Somewhere, deep down inside, I wanted what happened.  I-I don't like that part of me very much, but I have to accept that it's there.  This has just made me realize how bad I am for Francis.  I can't allow myself to hurt her any more."

"So, you're going through with the divorce?"

"What else can I do?"  He inhaled deeply.  The waft of smoke in the room drew his mind back to the blurry night he'd shared with Annabelle months before.  "I know she's better off without me.  I have to do whatever it takes to stay away from her.  It's what's best for her."

A sly grin spread across Annabelle's lips as she snuggled closer to Charles.


Baily ParkBurt LamontBurt inhaled the warm air as he walked through the park.  Though the calendar said it was almost fall, it still felt like summer and most people were trying to hold on to those lazy, hazy days.  As a cloud passed overhead, blocking out the sun, he looked up and silently hoped that there weren't storm clouds moving in.  While he was looking up into the sky, he suddenly felt his foot catch on a rock in the grass which sent him tumbling to the ground.

"That was graceful," Janet Stokes laughed as she looked down at Burt who lay at her feet.  She'd spent most of the afternoon sitting on a bench sketching the scenic landscape of the park.  "I never had anyone literally fall for me before."

"I, uh, tripped," Burt muttered as his face grew red from embarrassment.  He quickly rose to his feet and dusted off his pants.  "I guess I should really spend more time watching where I'm going and less time looking up at the clouds."

"That's okay.  I've been accused of spending too much time daydreaming, myself."  She smiled at him and took careful note of his strong, broad shoulders and boyish grin.

"Um, oh!"  Burt laughed as he extended his hand.  "My name's Burt, Burt Lamont.  I, uh, just moved to Albanyville."

Janet Stokes"That's funny, I'm not from here either," Janet smiled as she shook his hand.  "I'm, um, from Connecticut.  I'm just in town visiting my sister."

"Well, Miss Connecticut, so what's your name?"  He smiled at her as he watched the sun play off her golden hair.  He couldn't help but think about what a fresh innocence she had about her.

"Um...Janet," she smiled cautiously, "Janet...Scott."