THE WISHING WELL SODA SHOPPE

Patterson MonroeThe Wishing Well Soda Shoppe"Lorraine!" Patterson called out as he saw her walk through the door.  "Where have you been?  I've been worried sick!  Well, what did the doctor say?"

"D-doctor?" she stammered as she tried to avoid looking him in the eye.  "He, um, he said that I...that I was okay...nothing to be worried about."

"Well, there's got to be something wrong."  He helped Lorraine off with her light jacket and carefully laid it across the back of the booth.  "Why else would you have passed out like that?"

"I asked him the same question."  Lorraine hated to lie to him, but she just couldn't tell him the truth.  She couldn't tell him she was having a baby.  Not yet.  "He said something about not eating right and the stress of the wedding.  I guess he's right.  I guess I've just been not watching my health lately."  She looked absently at the menu, but the sight of Stephanie and Clark cuddled up together quickly caught her attention.  "Well, I see Miss Snotty Pants has found herself a new conquest.  My, how she moves from one man to the next."

"Now, Lorraine, you know that's not the way it is at all!"  Patterson shot her an angry looked before allowing his eyes to turn toward the happy couple.  They did look like they were having entirely too much fun.  He watched closely as Clark put his arm around Stephanie and kissed her.  Patterson felt his cheeks begin to burn slightly.  Why was he having this kind of reaction?  Quickly, he turned his attention back to Lorraine.

"Lorraine, Stephanie as been through a lot these last few months.  She's seen the error of her ways and she's really trying to change.  Why can't you see that?"

Lorraine Blake"I honestly can't understand how you can still defend her after everything she's done!"  Lorraine glared at him angrily as she felt her stomach begin to churn.  "That girl is a liar and a cheat and she'll do whatever it takes to get what she wants!"

"I can't believe we're having this same conversation again."  Patterson folded his arms across his chest and tried not to let what Lorraine was saying upset him.  "What's wrong with you Lorraine?  You've been in the lousiest of moods lately!"

Lorraine silently gritted her teeth and quickly looked away.  She couldn't tell him about the baby.  She just couldn't!


THE DAVIS HOME - LIVING ROOM

23 Green St., Albanyville, ILGrace Davis"Hi, Douglas!" Grace smiled as she breezed in the front door.  "I didn't expect you to be home already."

"I left the office early today," Douglas replied as he looked up from the evening edition of The Daily Post.  "How were classes?"

"They're wonderful!"  She sat her books down on the side table and flopped herself onto the sofa.  "I'm so glad you pushed me so much to study for high school.  I don't think I would have been able to pick up as quickly I have.  Some of those professors move so fast!"

"I'm glad you managed to win the Monroe Scholarship.  It's going to help out so much with your tuition.  I'm glad Trevor recommended it."

Grace grew momentarily uncomfortable at the mention of Trevor's name.  True, they had grown closer over the past few months, but she still couldn't talk him out of his romantic inclinations.  Although he was deeply handsome, incredibly nice, and a wonderful friend, she just knew they weren't right for one another.  Well, she thought they weren't right for one another.  She kept changing her mind.

"So, have you heard anything new about Momma?" Grace asked in an attempt to change the subject.  Ever since the ride she'd taken with Trevor at the stables, she'd thought more and more about her mother.

Douglas Davis"Y-you really want to know how she's doing?"  Douglas couldn't help but be taken aback.  Grace had only expressed passing interest in their mother's condition since she went into the sanitarium and Grace had come to Albanyville to live with him.  There were times he'd been sure that Grace was trying to forget she'd ever existed.

"Of course I do!  She is our mother, after all.  I-I'm just curious how she's doing."

"Well, the last I heard from Manor Hills was that her condition was pretty much still the same as before."  He eyed Grace closely as she hung on his every word.  "She's fairly unresponsive.  The doctor says she doesn't even seem to know where she is or what's going on."

"Douglas," she spoke up cautiously, "I-I've been thinking about Momma a lot lately.  I-I've been thinking that maybe I need to go see her."

"What?" Douglas gasped as his eyes grew wide with shock.  "B-but, Grace, y-you haven't ever wanted to see her since she's been there!  Why, you barely even want to talk about her."

"I know."  She hung her head in embarrassment.  She should have expected this reaction.  After all, she had been rather cruel in her attitudes toward their mother.  "B-but, I want that to change," Grace spoke up.  "I-I want to have my mother again.  Even if she doesn't know who I am."

Douglas looked at her closely and let out a deep sigh of relief.  He didn't know what had caused this change of heart in his sister, but he was glad it was finally happening.  He hadn't been quite as forthcoming about their mother's condition as he'd let on.  In reality, Louise Davis was not well.  Not well at all.


THE GARDENS RESTAURANT

The Gardens RestaurantCharles Callison"I'm really glad you drug me out of that office," Charles said as he and Annabelle walked through the doors of the restaurant.  "I hope some good food will take my mind of this entire Preston mess."  He quickly glanced around the room for assistance.  "Oh, Jasper!  Table for two."

"Ah, yes, Mr. Callison," Jasper smiled as he took two menus into his arms. "Mrs. Lake."  His greeting to Annabelle was rather snide and sarcastic and she didn't fail to notice.

"I see business has slipped a bit," Annabelle muttered as he led them into the main dining room.  "Must be poor management."

"More accurately, Mrs. Lake, it's probably due to a decline in the quality of our guests."  He looked her dead in the eye.  "We really should be more careful who we let in."

Annabelle's teeth clinched as she fought the urge for a verbal retort.  She followed Charles and Jasper to their table in silence.

Jasper St. John"Here you go, Mr. Callison."  Jasper looked at Annabelle without uttering a word.  "Enjoy your meal."

Annabelle Lake"How that man can still keep his job when he's so rude to his customers is beyond me," Annabelle muttered under her breath as Jasper quickly walked away.

"I've always found him to be completely charming," Charles smiled.  "I guess it's all in who you are."

She looked nervously around the room.  She smiled slyly when she spotted a pair of familiar faces at a nearby table.  "Oh, look, it's Francis and Mary," she whispered to Charles.  He quickly grew nervous and uncomfortable.  "Do you want to stay or should we go somewhere else?"

"I...uh," he stammered.  He hadn't seen Francis in so long.  He'd missed hearing her sweet voice in the mornings and her tender kisses in the evenings.  He quickly turned his head hoping not to be seen.

"Well, I guess it's too late," Annabelle said softly as she tried to get his attention.  "Looks like we've been spotted."

Mary AlbanyCharles whipped his head around just in time to see Mary Albany striding quickly over to them.  He took a deep breath and prepared for the worst.

"I want a word with you!" Mary announced in a stern, yet reserved, tone as she approached the table.  "Charles Callison, did you hear me?  I have a few things to say to you about what you're doing with this two bit tramp and I intend on saying them now!"



 


TOMORROW

Mary gives Charles a piece of her mind.




 


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