produced/written by G. Matthew Smith

EPISODE #20 (Friday 5/18/01) click here for a printable version of this episode
same day, September 1935


Lorraine BlakeGood Hope Church"Why can't you see how Stephanie is trying to sink her claws into you?" Lorraine asked as she looked at Patterson.  "She sees you as the next big thing."

"Lorraine, honey, I don't see that at all.  She's just grateful to have a friend.  She doesn't have a lot of those right now."

"Oh, Patterson," she sighed as she shook her head.  "How can you be so blind?"

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Good Hope ChurchPatterson Monroe"Can't you see how sorry Stephanie is for all the trouble she caused?"  Patterson looked at Lorraine pleadingly.  Why couldn't she understand where Stephanie was coming from?  "She realizes that everything she did was wrong.  Granted, some of her reasons were valid and some weren't, but she knows she went about everything the wrong way."

"I don't know why I'm surprised you see some sort of good in her."  Lorraine shook her head as she turned away from him.  "As close as you are to Dane and everything.  If you can see the good in him, of all people, I shouldn't be surprised that you can see the good in her."

"She really is trying."  Patterson wrapped his arms around Lorraine and pulled her to him.  "Besides, she's got me to keep her on the straight and narrow.  I can't just turn my back on her when she's working so hard."

"You realize this is going to be full time job, don't you?"

"I know."  He let out a small laugh.  "Just give her a chance, Lorraine.  You'll see.  Stephanie isn't near as horrible as you might think she is.  Remember, I thought the same things about her, too, once."

Lorraine Blake"I don't know," Lorraine sighed as she turned again to face him.  "I just can't get over this mistrust and dislike of her.  I still think she's up to something.  I think this is all a trick to win your trust.  There's got to be something more."


Albanyville General HospitalFrancis Callison"So, Dr. Rutherford," Francis began cautiously.

"Please, call me Fred," he smiled warmly at her.

"Um, Fred, so, exactly how many of these rumors that I've heard about you are true?"  She watched him carefully.  She wanted to be sure she could separate the fact from the fiction.

"There is not a shred of truth to any of them!"  He slammed his fist down into his hand.  "This hospital has a way of taking anything that happens inside these walls and blowing it way out of proportion!  You know yourself how rumors can be the furthest thing from the truth."

"Yes, I know."  Francis hung her head in embarrassment.  Of course, everything that she'd heard about him had to be just gossip.  "I-I was just curious about that nurse..."

"Ah, Arlene."  Fred lifted his hand to his chin as he thought back about the pretty young nurse he'd been involved with some time ago.  "I really did care for her.  It was so horrible what happened."

"T-that's what I meant," she stammered a bit as tried to find the right words to broach the subject.  "I heard that you knew more about her disappearance than you ever told the police."

Dr. Fred Rutherford"That's hogwash!"  His eyes began to burn with anger.  He'd fought so hard to dispel the cloud of suspicion that followed him ever since Arlene had disappeared.  "Yes, I was seeing her at the time, but I had nothing to do with her disappearing off the face of the earth.  We had a fight and she took off!  She wasn't from Albanyville.  She didn't have any family or close ties here other than me.  When she didn't have me anymore, she probably just picked up and took off somewhere else."

"Yes, you're probably right."  Francis nodded her head in agreement.  She glanced down at her watch and noticed the time.  "Well, I've talked your ear off long enough.  I really must get...home."  The word caught in her throat.  Home...not the house she'd shared with Charles and her children for so many years, but now the penthouse apartment she shared with her mother.  She wasn't sure she'd ever get used to that thought.

"Francis, I hope you won't think I'm being too forward," Fred spoke up cautiously.  "But I really would like it if you'd agree to join me for dinner some time."

"Dr....I mean, Fred, are you asking me on a date?"

"Why, yes, I think I am."

"I-I don't know," she felt her face flush as she began to grow nervous.  "I-I really can't.  I am married, after all."  She looked down at her watch again.  "I-I do have to go."  She quickly turned and walked briskly down the hallway and away from the doctor.

As his eyes followed her, a smile spread across his lips.  "Ah, Francis, you're so beautiful and lovely," he muttered to himself.  "Charles doesn't deserve a woman like you.  If only I could convince you to give me a chance."