Dane Manchester343 Anderson Ln. Apt. #1, Albanyville, IL"This isn't going to work!" Dane said sharply as he flung his pencil down onto the table and started to rub his forehead to ease the tension that had begun to build.

"Honey, what's wrong?"  Sara looked up from her English book and was disturbed to see her husband's aggravation.

"Money!  I've been working on the numbers and I'm just not making enough at the plant."  He got up from his seat and began to pace the floor.  "Thank god Mother and Father had already paid for this semester before they found out we were getting married. But I'm not making enough money to support us and scrape together tuition for next semester.  Unless something changes, it looks like I'm going to have to drop out."

"Oh, Dane, you can't mean that!"  Sara rushed over to him and wrapped her arms around him in hopes of giving him some comfort.  "You can't just give up on your dreams."

"What choice do I have?  I can't afford it."  He looked at her with a touch of scorn.  "Thanks to this marriage.  Thanks to you!"

Sara Manchester"Dane, we don't have to worry about my education.  I'm on scholarship.  My school is already paid for!  I don't know why you won't let me get a job, too.  Surely with both of us working, we can managed to earn enough money to live and pay for your tuition, too."

"No!"  Dane pushed her away and threw himself onto the sofa.  "I will not have my wife working.  A man takes care of what's his.  How can I let myself be supported by you?  What kind of man would I be if I let you pay for my education?"

"You'd be a man who's smart enough to know what's best!"  His tone began to anger her.  What was the big deal about her working, anyway?  It was her fault that he'd been cut off by his parents.  The least she could do was help out financially.

"I'd be a damn fool, that's what I'd be!  What kind of man would I look like if I let my wife help pay for my education?  Sara, this is all your fault!  You and your damn blackmail!  If you hadn't been so bound and determined to force me to marry you, we wouldn't be in the spot we're in now!"  Dane's frustration level had reached its breaking point.  With an angry glare, he stormed out the door.

Alone, Sara slumped down onto the couch and buried her head in her hands and began to cry.  Maybe marrying Dane hadn't been such a good idea after all.


Albanyville UniversityStephanie Lake"Why must they put these classes so far apart?" Stephanie grumbled to herself as she rushed along the walkway.  "How do they expect me to get from Algebra to Biology in 15 minutes?  High school was so much easier!"

"Whoa!  Slow down!" the attractive young man said as she bumped him in an attempt to pass by.  "Where's the fire?"

"Oh, these classes are too far apart!"

"Here, let me carry those for you," he reached out and took her armload of books and smiled earnestly.  "Just slow down.  You'd be surprised how quickly you can maneuver across campus.  It's not that big of a deal."

"Well, if you say so."  Stephanie looked at him closely as they walked and noted his handsome face, dark hair, and the fraternity pin he wore proudly on his collar.  She smiled and fluttered her eyelids.  He was very cute.

Clark Saxon"My name's Clark Saxon."  He smiled at her and stuck out his hand as he juggled her books with his other arm.

"I'm Stephanie Lake."  She shook his hand as she tilted her head slightly and smiled coquettishly.  It was her best pose, in her opinion.

"Well, Stephanie, would you like to grab a soda with me at The Well after class?"

"I...um...I'd love to!" she exclaimed.  Suddenly, her smile turned into a frown.  "But I can't.  I've got to report for work study in the English department after class.  Maybe some other time?"

"How about later?"  He flashed her another smile that nearly made her melt.

"Well...I'm done with work about seven..."  She paused to think.  Of course, she had that paper for Humanities class she had to write, but it could wait.  "Sure!  I'd love to."

"Then, it's a date!"

A date, Stephanie thought to herself as she took her books back from him.  She looked up and realized she was right in front of the science building.  She'd made it to class in plenty of time and managed to get asked out by a fraternity boy.  Maybe things weren't going to be so bad after all.


Lorraine BlakeAlbanyville General Hospital"Well, Dr. Rutherford, what is it?"  Lorraine nervously wrung her hands as she waited for the news.  "What's wrong with me?"

"It's not fatal," he laughed as he sat her chart down next to her.  "in fact, I think you're going to be very happy."

"Happy?  How am I supposed to be happy that I'm sick?"  She looked at him curiously.  What could possibly be wrong with her that she'd be happy about?

"You and your husband should be very thrilled."

Dr. Fred Rutherford"H-husband?"  Lorraine furrowed her brow as she looked at him again.  What is he talking about?  "I'm not...well...what's wrong?"

"You're going to have a baby," Dr. Rutherford smiled.  "Congratulations.  You and your husband must be very happy."

Lorraine's jaw dropped as her heart fell to the floor.  A baby!  How in the world...?  Her mind quickly turned to Douglas and the night they'd spent together.  Suddenly, she realized that her entire life was about to fall apart.



Lorraine tells Jillian a secret.


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