The Wishing Well Soda ShoppePatterson Monroe"You're awfully quiet," Patterson finally spoke as he looked up from his plate.  "You're not still upset over Stephanie, are you?"

"No, that's not it," Lorraine muttered as she slowly picked at her turkey sandwich.  "I'm just...I'm just in an all around bad mood, I guess."

"Well, actually, you've been pretty moody for the last few weeks."  He watched her closely and noticed the vacancy in her eyes.  "What's wrong?  I-Is it something I've done?"

"Oh, no!  Not at all!"  Her head shot up and she reached across to grab Patterson's hand.  "It's not you, honey, it's not you at all!  I-It's all me.  I-I..."  Her voice trailed off as a million thoughts collided inside her head.

"Well, if it's not me and it's not Stephanie, then what's wrong?"  Patterson gave her hand a gentle squeeze.  "Come on, Lorraine, you know you can talk to me."

Lorraine BlakeLorraine swallowed hard and looked at him.  He cared about her so much and his eyes were filled with such concern.  She'd seen how he was with Todd.  She knew he'd be a wonderful father.  She carefully felt her stomach and thought about the child she was going to have.  Maybe she should tell Patterson he was going to be a father...


Burt Lamont2312 Spring Lake Rd., Albanyville, IL"Mother!" Burt said firmly as he snapped his head around to face her.  He reached out and grabbed her arm in an effort to calm her down.  He didn't need her having another spell.  "Why do you hate the Callisons so much?  What's going on?"

"I...uh...."  Penelope swallowed hard and felt her breathing start to become more and more shallow.  "I...I'm sorry.  I lost my head for a moment.  I think I need to go lie down."

"You still haven't answered me.  Why are you so opposed to the Callisons?"  Burt looked at her intently as he waited for an answer.

"Burton," she began cautiously as she took his hand, "before I met and married your father, I lived here in Albanyville."  She turned away to hide her eyes from him.  She couldn't let them reveal more than she was intending to.  "I-I know all about the Callison and what they're like.  I know first hand what they're capable of."

"What?"  Burt's eyes grew wide with shock.  This was the first he'd heard of his mother having lived anywhere but Kentucky.  He'd never known her to be so secretive.  What in the world was going on?  "You lived here?  B-but, but how did you know the Callisons?"

Penelope Lamont"Oh, everyone in Albanyville knew who the Callisons were then just as much as they do now."  Penelope stepped away from him and placed her hand on the kitchen table to steady herself.  "Things haven't changed much."  She lifted her hand and held it against her forehead.  She was beginning to feel light headed.

"Ma, are you alright?"

"J-just a little dizzy," she stammered slightly.  "I-I'm feeling a little tired.  I think I need to rest."

"But what about the Callisons?"  He reached out to steady her, but she slowly moved away from him.  "What about what happened before?"

"We'll talk about this later, Burton.  I need to go lie down."  Penelope waved him away and slowly staggered out of the room as Burt quickly grew more concerned about what was going on and what his mother was hiding.


Sunset Hotel, Suite #2, Albanyville, ILJanet Stokes"Hi, Jillian, I'm back!" Janet called out as she walked into the room.

"Where in the world have you been?" Jillian questioned as she stepped out of the bedroom and into the living room.  "You've been gone all day!  I was starting to get worried."

"Well, to be honest, first I went to the park and did some wonderful drawings of the landscape.  They turned out wonderfully!"  Janet began to walk around the room examining her sister's knickknacks and putting them back into place.  "And I know I didn't tell you this, but the other day while I was in the park, I met this incredibly handsome gentleman.  You just wouldn't believe how kind and gentle he is!"

"Janet, I don't think it's wise for you to be striking up conversations with strangers!"

"Anyway," Janet continued as if she didn't hear Jillian, "he asked me out to dinner!  I couldn't believe it.  A man actually asked me for a date!  Isn't that wonderful!"

Jillian eyed her closely and quickly grew worried.  She knew how Janet was.  She knew what had happened before.  Silently she prayed that history was not repeating itself.  "Yes, dear, that's very nice.  But where have you been?"

"Weren't you listening?  I was out on a date!  He took me to this cute little cafe and we sat and talked and laughed."  Janet drew her hands up to her chest and sighed.  As her face beamed, Jillian's face clouded over.

Jillian Stokes"Janet, dear, I don't think it's wise for you to be traipsing around with some strange man you've just met and don't even know!"  Jillian quickly walked over to her and grabbed her arm to make sure she was listening.

"Why do you have to treat me like I'm an invalid?" Janet snapped as her face began to burn.  "Why do you insist on trying to ruin what few moments of happiness that I have?  You're acting just like Father!"

"I-I'm sorry," Jillian stammered as she slowly backed away.  She knew her sister wasn't an invalid and she knew she was more than capable of taking care of herself.  However, in light of everything that had happened, Jillian knew she was more than right in the placement of her concern.  "I just don't think it's too wise to get so caught up in a man you've just met, a man you don't really know, and a man who'll still be here in Albanyville long after you've gone home to Manhattan."

"But that's just it, Jillian."  Janet began to smile broadly.  "That's not the way it's going to be."

"W-what do you mean?"

"It's not going to be like that at all!"  Janet sighed deeply as he face again began to glow with happiness.  "It's not going to be like that because I'm staying right here.  I'm never going back to Manhattan!"


Thornton Preston arrives and Albanyville will never be the same.

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