For Now and Forever
produced/written by G. Matthew Smith

 

EPISODE #22 (Tuesday 5/22/01)
same day, September 1935

ALBANYVILLE GENERAL HOSPITAL

"A baby?"  Lorraine's breathing was heavy as she leaned against the wall to steady herself.  Her hand shook with nervousness as she held it over her mouth to hold in the cries of shock that wanted to tear free.  She silently remembered the questions she'd had.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

"H-How far along am I?"

"I'd say about three months."

"Three months," she muttered in disbelief.  "That would have been about the time of Reginald and Jillian's party."  She swallowed hard when she thought about that night and the passion she and Douglas had shared.  What in the world would she do?

 

THE LAMONT HOME - BURT'S BEDROOM

"Well, you're getting all dressed up," Penelope grinned as she stood in the doorway watching her son.  "What's the occasion?"

"I've got a date."  Burt turned to smile at her before looking back at himself in the mirror and combing his hair again.  "A nice girl I met in the park the other day."

"Well, does this girl have a name?"

"Miss Janet Scott.  She's in town visiting her sister."  He reached for his jacket and turned to leave.

"I'm glad that you've found something to occupy your time other than those horses."  She followed him from the bedroom and into the living room.  "I'm still not happy with this entire situation."

"Ma, would you please stop obsessing over this job!" he snapped.  Why did she have to continue to nag him about working for the Callisons?  Would she prefer he was unemployed and they were all out on the street.  "This is a nice town and a good job and, from what I've seen, the Callisons seem to be decent people to work for."

"They are nothing of the sort!"  The anger her voice contained began to disturb Burt.  "You have no idea what kind of people the Callisons are.  If you get too close to them, they'll destroy you!"

"How do you know so much about how the Callisons are?"  He looked at her intently as he tried to figure out exactly what she was hiding.

"I-I've just heard, that's all," she muttered when she realized she'd said too much.  She couldn't tell him the truth.  Not now.  It would destroy everything she'd tried to do for him.  She felt her heart begin to race and her knees weaken.  She reached out for the edge of a chair to steady herself.

"Ma?  Are you okay?" Burt asked as he grabbed her arm as she sunk into the chair.

"I-I'm f-fine," Penelope stammered and tried to catch her breath.  "I-I just over did it a little."

"Maybe I should just cancel this date and stay home with you."

"N-no, no, I'll be fine.  I'm just a little winded."  She grabbed a newspaper that was laying nearby and began to fan herself.  "You go and have fun.  I'll be all right."

"Only if you're sure."  He inspected her closely and weighed the pros and cons of leaving her.  Finally, he decided that she was okay.  "I'll be home a little later.  Love you, Ma."  He leaned in to give her a kiss before turning to leave.  As he walked out of the house, he grew determined to find out exactly what his mother was hiding.

JOSEPH HAYNE RAINEY MEMORIAL NEGRO HOSPITAL

"Well, there you are!" Dorothea smiled as she walked down the corridor towards the doctor who was standing and looking at his charts.  "I thought you might be hungry so I brought you some dinner.  I know when you work these long hours that you don't eat the way you should."

"Ah, thanks, Mom," Calvin Jackson smiled as he took the brown paper bag from her hands.  He hugged her tightly and kissed her on the cheek.  "It's reasons like this that I'm glad you're here in Albanyville to stay for a while.  I just wished you'd stay with me."

"Calvin, you know I've got my job for Miss Mary.  I've got a nice room to myself in the penthouse.  There's no need to put yourself out."  She looked at her son and felt her heart nearly burst with pride.  She'd worked so hard through the years to get him to this point.  Her son was now a doctor...the first person in the entire family to ever go to college.

"You know how I feel about that.  I'm tired of you working your fingers to the bone as some slave.  I make enough money.  Come stay with me."  Calvin opened the door to his office and led Dorothea inside.  "You shouldn't have to work as hard as you do.  It's not right!"

"Young man, I'll have you know that I enjoy my work."  She shook her finger at him sternly.  "Besides, it's all I know.  It's good work, Calvin; it's honest work.  It's work that helped pay for that degree that's hanging on your wall."

"I just don't want that woman taking advantage of you!  Why, I heard stories in school..."

"Is that what that fancy school taught you?  How to be mistrustful?"  She looked at him sternly.  "Granted, I have to admit that I've been very, very fortunate to have found myself in the employ of Miss Mary.  She's been very good to me over the years.  Not all of us have been so lucky.  Besides, she's one of the main reasons you're where you are today.  We both owe her so much."

"I don't owe that woman a thing!"

"You listen to me, boy, if it hadn't been for her , and me working two and three other cleaning jobs, where do you think you'd be?"  She hated having these disagreements with him.  Why couldn't he understand that she was from a different time.  Granted, things hadn't changed a great deal, but he still had more opportunities than she'd had at his age.  He didn't have to move across Georgia on the back of an old pickup truck looking for the next farm that needed cheap labor.

"All right, all right," he muttered as he threw up his hands.  He knew he wouldn't win a disagreement with her.  Never could.  However, just because he was giving in didn't mean he was giving up.  He would make sure that his mother didn't have to serve the whims of wealthy white folk ever again.

BAILY PARK

Jillian strolled along leisurely as she watched the children playing.  She couldn't wait for the day when it would be her in the park with the children she and Reginald would have.  As she turned the corner onto the main walkway, she could see a familiar figure sitting on a bench.  It was Lorraine and she was crying.

"Lorraine, honey, are you all right?" she asked as she walked over to her.  "What's wrong?"

Lorraine quickly blotted her eyes and turned away.  She just couldn't let Jillian see her in the state she was in.  Maybe if she ignored her, she'd just go away.

"Lorraine?"  Jillian sat down beside her and grabbed her hand in a show of support.

"N-nothing.  I'm fine.  Really, I am."  Lorraine tried not to panic.  Attempting to swallow back her tears and put on a cheery smile, she sat up straight and took a deep breath.

Jillian looked at her and made a face.  "Now, you can't sit there and tell me you're crying your eyes out over nothing.  Tell me what's wrong."

"I-I can't!"  Lorraine began to cry again.  The pressure Jillian was forcing on her was too much.  It was making the entire situation real...too real.

"Look, I know we really don't know each other that well and we've never been especially close."  Jillian thought for a moment about Lorraine's failed romance with Trevor.  "But it's obvious you need someone to talk to.  I'm a good listener.  Tell me what's wrong."

"I-I'm going to have a baby!" Lorraine blurted out before she realized what she was saying.

Jillian's jaw dropped.  This was not what she'd expected.

CALLISON PUBLICATIONS - CHARLES' OFFICE

"It's about time!" Charles said firmly as he held the telephone receiver up to his ear.  "Why don't you return my calls?"  He tapped his pen on his desk impatiently as he talked.  Thornton Preston had been annoyingly evasive for the past few months.  Each time Charles had tried to contact him on the set of Tainted Woman, some silly gopher would say he was unavailable.  Likewise for at his rented home in California.  His housekeeper Helga would tell him that Thornton was out.

"I don't care what Cecil B. DeMille wants!  I want that book!"  He took a deep breath and tried to calm his nerves.  He lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply.  It was been a habit he'd never really cared for, but for some time now he'd been indulging in it more and more frequently.  "Look, Preston, you said that book was ready.  It was supposed to go to press this month.  I understand that this film has taken up more of your time than you'd thought it was going to."  Why did authors have to be so difficult?

"You what!"  Charles felt his blood pressure begin to rise.  He quickly rose from his chair and began to pace the floor.  "You must think I'm crazy if you think I'm going to let you out of this contract!  I want that book.  You're contracted to Callison Publications for The Manhattan Conflict and you're going to deliver it or else."  As the line went dead, he gritted his teeth and slowly placed the receiver back on its cradle.

"Have I come at a bad time?"  The sensuous voice drifted into the room.

"Annabelle!" Charles exclaimed as he turned to see her standing in the doorway.  "You have no idea how glad I am to see you right now."

BAILY PARK

"A baby?" Jillian gasped.  "A-are you sure?"

"I wish I weren't."  Lorraine's head dropped in despair.  Why did this have to happen?  Why was her life always one crisis after the next?  "But I am.  There's no denying it."

"Have you told Patterson he's going to be a father?  I'm sure he'll want to know."

Lorraine swallowed hard as she thought about Paddy and what a good father he would be.  He'd done so well taking care of Todd after the accident.  However, she knew Patterson wasn't the father.  Douglas was.

"I-I just found out myself," Lorraine muttered.  "He doesn't know.  I-I haven't had a chance to tell anyone...well, anyone but you."

"Well, I know Patterson and I know he'll want to do the right thing."  Jillian gave Lorraine's hand a reassuring squeeze.  "He'll want to do what's right.  He'll want to marry you.  He does love you, after all."

"I-I know."  That's what made all of this harder than it was.  Patterson did love her.  How could she ever tell him she'd betrayed him?  How could she tell him she was expecting another man's child?  Suddenly, her eyes grew wide with fear and she quickly turned to Jillian.  "Please, please don't say anything to him," she begged as she found herself again near tears.  "I-I want to be the one to tell him.  This is something he needs to hear from me."

"Of course."  Jillian smiled at her as she put her arm around her and pulled her close.  "This is your happy news to tell, not mine."  But if this is such happy news, then why is she so upset? Jillian thought to herself.  She eyed Lorraine closely and realized that she wasn't telling her everything.  What could she possibly be hiding?

TO BE CONTINUED

TOMORROW

Janet makes up a story.

For Now and Forever
produced/written by G. Matthew Smith

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