produced/written by G. Matthew Smith



EPISODE #29 (Thursday 5/31/01) click here for a printable version of this episode
same day, September 1935

THE MONROE HOME - LIVING ROOM

43 Landings Ct., Albanyville, ILPatterson Monroe"With all due respect, Mrs. Oliver, I really don't think my friendship with Stephanie is any of your concern," Patterson said as he sat motionless on the couch.  He looked at Lorraine and vividly remembered her own strong objections to his closeness with Stephanie.  Why was everyone he knew trying to disrupt their friendship?  Of course, he was well aware of the horrible things she'd done in the past.  He knew all about her self-centered and scheming nature; but she was really trying to change all of that.  He couldn't just abandon her and her quest to be a better person.

"That girl is like a plague!" Mrs. Oliver scolded sternly.  "If you let her into your life, she'll infest you with the same lack of morals she has.  You'd be wise to stay as far away from her as you possibly can!"

Patterson shook his head in silence.  He just had to find some way to change their minds.


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THE MONROE  HOME - LIVING ROOM

43 Landings Ct., Albanyville, ILPatterson Monroe"How many times do I have to tell all of you that I know what I'm doing as far as Stephanie is concerned?"  Patterson was quickly beginning to grow angry at everyone else's opinions of what he should be doing.  "This is a girl who has done some horrible things, I agree, but she's really determined to put all of that behind her!  If I can help her stick to the straight and narrow, then I can't turn my back on her like everyone else in this town."

"Patterson, listen to reason," Mrs. Oliver continued.  "This girl is bound to drag you into her lies and schemes whether you want to be involved or not!"

"I appreciate your concern, but it's not needed."  He got up and began to pace around the living room.  "The more I get to know her, the more I realize that she's not nearly as bad as I once thought she was.  She's just a little misguided in her methods of achieving happiness.  Who else is going to take the chance to guide her in the right direction?  No one but me!"

Mrs. Oliver"If your parents were here to see this, they would not be the least bit happy!"

Patterson cringed at the mention of his late parents.  The anniversary of their deaths was very shortly drawing near and he'd tried to push it out of his mind.  He didn't like to think about them or how much he missed them or how his life had so drastically changed.  He turned to look at Lorraine and began to grow curious as to why she was being silent about her own negative opinions of Stephanie.  He found Lorraine looking off into space and lost in her own thoughts.  She hadn't even been paying attention to the exchange.

"Lorraine, I'm surprised that you haven't managed to voice your views on all of this," he spoke up as he watched her closely.  "Lately, you haven't missed an opportunity to bring up Stephanie's misdeeds."

"I-I've had a lot on my mind lately," Lorraine stammered as she watched Todd closely while he played with a toy truck she'd given him the previous Christmas.  "I'm sorry I've been so distracted."  She silently thought about her own child she was carrying and how she wasn't sure what to do.  Seeing Todd had only reminded her of what a perfect father Patterson could be.  He would be the ideal father for her baby.  The only problem was that he wasn't the father.  It wasn't Patterson's child.  However, did it really matter?

Lorraine Blake"P-Patterson," she stammered as she looked up at him and instinctively rested a hand on her stomach.  "I-I need to tell you something."

"Yes, dear, what is it?"  He walked over to her and sat down beside her.  He took her hands into his and looked deeply into her eyes.  "I know there's something wrong.  Tell me what it is.  Let me help you."

"Patterson..."  She swallowed hard and then took a deep breath.  "Patterson, I'm...I'm..."  She couldn't.  She couldn't lie to him like that.  It wasn't fair.  It wasn't right.  With tears in her eyes, she quickly rose to her feet and ran out of the house.

"What in the world is going on?" he questioned as he turned to look at an equally confused Mrs. Oliver.  "How can I help her if she won't talk to me?"


ALBANYVILLE GENERAL HOSPITAL

Dr. Fred RutherfordAlbanyville General Hospital"Ah, so we meet again," Fred smiled as he approached Francis.  "So what are you doing at the hospital today?  I hope it's not another meeting of the old crows club."

"No, not at all."  Francis couldn't help but smile at his remarks concerning the ladies auxiliary.  Since her separation from Charles, she couldn't help but notice the shallow nature of the organization.  "Actually, I'm volunteering in the children's ward today.  I figured that they wouldn't know enough to gossip behind my back."

"Good call," he chuckled as he laid a stack of files down onto the desk at the nurses' station.  "I think all those tykes are concerned with is whether they can have a bowl of ice cream or not.  You're looking especially lovely today."

"Thank you, Dr. Rutherford."  She lowered her head slightly to cover her embarrassment.  She wasn't quite used to such flattering comments from near strangers.

"I thought I told you to call me Fred."  He gently laid a hand on her shoulder.  "I don't think it's quite right that friends should be so formal."

"Friends?  I wasn't aware that was exactly what we were."  Francis tilted her head slightly as she spoke.  He was very handsome and had been very supportive of her.  However, could she allow herself to be swayed by his charms?  She was still a married woman, after all.

"I was hoping that was exactly what were."  Fred eyed her closely and slipped his hand down to grab hold of hers.  "Actually, I was hoping we could be more."

Francis Callison"I-I don't know.  It's too soon."  She quickly looked away.  He was very charming and his attention was quite flattering.  "I-I'm still married.  This separation is still too fresh."

"Francis, why are you so intent on holding onto a man who clearly has chosen another woman over you."  He drew her attention back to him and gazed deeply into her eyes.  "Quite a foolish and incomprehensible decision, I might add.  Your husband has clearly lost his mind to cast you aside so callously."

Francis listened closely to his words.  In many regards, he was right.  Why should she continue to hold on to her love for Charles when he clearly didn't want anything to do with her?  He'd taken 23 years of marriage and just cast them and her aside for some tawdry fling with Annabelle.  She realized she couldn't forget that, but knew she had to move past it.  She had to put Charles and his betrayal behind her and look towards her future.

"Francis, just give me a chance."  He pulled her close to him as he continued to look into her eyes.  "Let me show you that I can make you feel good about yourself again.  Please agree to a date with me."

"I-I guess I don't see what harm that could do," she stammered.  "Yes, Fred, I'll agree to go out with you.  Just as friends, though.  I don't think I'm ready for anything more."

"I understand.  I hope that when you are ready, you'll see how much I have to offer you.  I hope that it will be me you chose to help you move forward in your life."  He watched her closely and prayed that she would come to think of him as her future.  He knew his future depended on it.