produced/written by G. Matthew Smith

EPISODE #19 (Thursday 5/17/01) click here for a printable version of this episode
same day, September 1935


Spring Lake"Now you can't tell me you haven't had fun," Trevor smiled as he and Grace climbed off their horses.  He watched with subtle amusement as she hobbled down to the lake and sat down on a rock.

"Yes, I've had fun, but, oh, I'm sore."  Grace stretched out her legs and began to rub the ache from her muscles.  "Thank you, Trevor.  Thank you for bringing me out here to take my mind off of Dane.  I really didn't want to admit it, but..."  Her hand absently reached for her neck and she let out a gasp.  "Oh, my god!"

"What's wrong, Grace?  What is it?"

"M-my locket!  The locket I always wear..."  She frantically began to search the ground for the priceless piece of jewelry that meant more than anything to her.  "It's gone!"

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Spring LakeTrevor Callison"Are you sure you were wearing it?" Trevor asked as he knelt on the ground searching for Grace's locket.

"Of course, I was wearing it!"  Grace was trying not to cry.  The locket meant so much to her.  She couldn't bear it if she'd lost it.  "I always wear it!  As much attention as you like paying to me, I would've figured you'd notice that!"

Trevor glanced up at her and cocked an eyebrow.  He had to laugh when he remembered how blunt she could be when she was upset.  "So, you've never told me, why is this locket so special?  I can always get you another one..."

"Not like this one!"  She sat back on her heels as her shoulders slumped in despair.  "This one's different!  This locket is special.  It can never be replaced!"

"Ah ha!" He exclaimed as he pulled the locket out of the grass and held it up for her to see.  "Look, the chain broke.  That's why it fell off."  He quickly dusted it off and popped the locket open before returning it to Grace.  Inside was a tiny picture of a woman holding a little blonde haired girl.  "Grace, this is a picture of you and your mother, isn't it?"

Grace Davis"Y-yes," she stammered as she took the locket back from him and slipped it into her pocket.  "Momma gave it to me for my birthday one year.  I-it was before Daddy died...before she got sick and had to go away."

Trevor watched  her closely and noticed how childlike she was becoming as she talked about her family.  Though most of their conversations had steered clear of any discussions of her parents, he'd heard enough to know what kind of horrible things Grace had gone through.  "So, um, Grace," he began tentively, "when was the last time you got to see your mother?"

"N-not in a while."  Grace turned away from him and prayed he would change the conversation.  She didn't like thinking about how her mother was now or how horrible things had been before anyone realized she was sick.

"Have you even seen her since she went in the hospital?"

"No," she muttered.  "And I'm not going to!"


Mary AlbanySunset Hotel, Penthouse A, Albanyville, IL"I'm just so worried about my little girl," Mary sighed as she sipped her tea.  "I've always pushed her to be strong and independent, but she settled so easily into the roll of wife and mother.  I really don't know how she'd be able to do anything else."

"Well, Miss Mary, there's nothing wrong with those rolls."  Dorothea crossed behind the sofa as she continued with her daily chores.  "In fact, I believe that being a good mother is one of the most important jobs that a woman can have.  We are the ones responsible to make sure our children grow up right."

"Well, yes, I know."  Mary casually thumbed through the current edition of The Daily Post as she spoke.  "But I remember that Francis wanted so much more than that when she was growing up.  She had all of these dreams.  Now, Richard was never too keen on any of that.  He kept telling her she needed to find a good man to settle down with and raise a family.  It's what we women were supposed to do, you know.  He was thrilled when she married Charles.  But now..."

"She'll be all right, Miss Mary."  Dorothea paused in her dusting to place a reassuring hand on Mary's shoulder.  "Despite what she thinks, your daughter is a very strong woman.  She'll get through this.  She is an Albany, after all."

Mary laughed.  "This is true.  Anyway, have you had a chance to catch up with that son of yours?  I know he keeps busy down at that hospital."

Dorothea Jackson"I get to see Calvin from time to time."  Dorothea thought about her son, the doctor, and smiled with pride.  "That's one of the reasons I'm so glad you decided to stay here in Albanyville.  I get to be close to my boy."

"Have you heard from Naomi lately?"  Mary turned to face Dorothea.  She realized that the topic of her daughter was an uneasy one, but Mary so cared about Dorothea and her family.  They had become almost like an extension of her own family.

"No, that wild child girl of mine never writes; she never comes to visit."  The glow quickly faded from Dorothea's face as she thought of her problematic daughter who was out, somewhere in the world, trying to find her own place.

"Don't worry, Dottie, Naomi will come around one day.  She'll finally understand everything that you've tried to do for her."

"I hope so, Miss Mary," Dorothea sighed.  "I hope so, before it's too late."