produced/written by G. Matthew Smith



EPISODE #30 (Friday 6/1/01) click here for a printable version of this episode
same day, September 1935

BAILY PARK

Baily ParkLorraine Blake"Why can't there be an easy decision," Lorraine muttered to herself as she tried to fight back tears.  She knew she could just tell Patterson he was going to be a father.  He'd surely want to marry her and they could live happily ever after.  She shook her head when she realized it just wouldn't be that easy.  She'd have to live with her lie for he rest of her life.  And did she really have to right to deny Douglas his own child?  But the truth would cause so much heartache and strife.  Lorraine once again began to cry when she realized that this wouldn't be an easy choice.  She truly had no idea what she was going to do.


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THE SUNSET HOTEL - JILLIAN'S SUITE

Sunset Hotel, Suite #2, Albanyville, ILReginald Callison"So, is there another reason behind your interest in this marriage besides your concern for Sara?" Reginald asked as he looked at Jillian closely.  Despite her assertions, something about Jillian's claims just didn't ring true.  There had to be more to her obsession with Dane and Sara's marriage.  He soon grew fearful of what it might be.

"What are you trying to get at?"  She swallowed hard.  His constant interrogation was making her edgy.  Why couldn't he just leave well enough alone?  She thought for a moment and realized why he couldn't.  He had a naturally inquisitive nature the befit the newspaper man in him.

Reginald hesitated for a moment as he allowed his suspicions to rest on the tip of his tongue.  He knew what he was afraid of, but was his quest for the truth strong enough to override his fear of what the truth might be.  "Are you jealous over Sara's marriage to Dane?" he finally blurted out.  As soon as she sound of his own voice rang in his ears, he wished he could've taken it back.

"That is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard!"  She shot up out of her seat and quickly approached him.  How dare he accuse her of being jealous of Sara.  Was he trying to imply that she still had feelings for Dane?

"Well, I know you were in love with him once."  Why couldn't he keep his thoughts to himself?  What was compelling him to ask every question that lingered in his head?  Did he really have to know the truth even if it was something he didn't want to hear?

Jillian Stokes"The emphasis in that sentence should be on the word 'were'."  Jillian's face flushed as she felt her blood pressure begin to rise.  Why did he have to torment her with these questions?  Why couldn't he just leave her past with Dane in the past?  "Dane and I were over a long time ago.  You know that!  Why do you have to bring it up in regards to Sara?  My concern for Sara has nothing to do with my relationship with Dane!"

Reginald reached out and grabbed her arm and forced her to face him.  "Jillian, is there a part of you that's still in love with Dane?"  He had to know.  He had to know the answer to a question that had been eating away at him for months.

She looked at him, stunned that he had the nerve to ask her such a thing.  She nearly struck back with an angry remark, but as she saw the deep emotion and pain on his face, she realized that the question was not posed out of spite, but instead out of love and concern.  "No, Reginald," she finally spoke as she lifted her hand to gently stroke his cheek.  "Don't you know that you're the only man I could ever truly love?"

"I-I'd hoped and prayed that was the case," he muttered as he looked away in embarrassment.  "B-but I just had to ask.  With the way you've been acting, I just had to know."  He paused for a moment as another thought struck him.  Maybe she wasn't lying to him.  Maybe she was lying to herself.


BAILY PARK

Burt LamontBaily Park"Janet, you do realize that before long the weather's gonna turn cold and all these beautiful trees are gonna be bare?"  Burt wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tighter.  There was something about having her in his arms that just felt so right.  "You won't be able to come out here and paint the beautiful leaves then."

"Beauty is where you find it," she smiled as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the comfort his arms brought.  "Even in the gnarled branch of a bare tree you can find something beautiful and artful."  She hesitated for a moment and thought about Burt and how he was stirring feelings inside of her that she'd long forgotten she could have.  "B-Burt," she began tentatively, "I-I don't think I've ever met a man who affected my quite the way you do."

"And I can honestly admit that I can say the same about you."  He turned to look deeply into her eyes.  Their lips met tenderly in a kiss and they felt all their emotions begin to well up inside them.  Slowly, they pulled apart while still gazing into each other's eyes.

"Burt, I-I can't explain it.  I know we've only known each other for only a short time, but I've found myself feeling things for you."  She looked away in embarrassment at being so blunt.  "You've come to mean so much to me."

"Janet, I-I feel the same way."  A million thoughts raced through his head.  How could two people just meet and barely know one another, yet feel as if they'd know each other their entire lives.  Was there really such a thing as love at first sight?  Suddenly, a horrible thought stuck him.  "W-what happens when you have to go home?  What happens to us when you have to leave Albanyville?"

Janet Stokes"Nothing has to happen."  She smiled flirtatiously at him.  "I'm not going home.  I'm staying right here."

He let out a huge sigh of relief.  "You staying here wouldn't have anything to do with me, would it?"

"You are a lot of the reason, yes," she confessed.  "But not the only one.  I just believe that, at this point in my life, this is where I'm supposed to be."

Burt pulled Janet even tighter into his arms and enjoyed the pure exhilaration of her presence.  Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Trevor and Grace enjoying themselves during a picnic.  "You know, Janet, I'm not sure it's really fair how some people can be born into money and prestige while other people, like us, have to survive on meager means.  It's not our fault how we were born.  Why should we be the ones who have to struggle to survive when people like that are handed everything?"

Janet fidgeted nervously at Burt's philosophical musings.  She'd led him to believe that she was like him...that she came from a background similar to his.  How could she ever tell him that she was, in fact, one of those privileged people?  How could she ever confess her lie and tell him the truth about who she really was?