THE WISHING WELL SODA SHOPPE

Maggie CallisonThe Wishing Well Soda Shoppe"Does Mr. Brady give you as hard a time in class as he does me?" Maggie asked as she sipped on her cream soda.  "I don't think I can do anything right for him!"

"Actually, I think he likes me."  Eliza Campbell grinned slightly.  She'd known Maggie since they were children and had been best friends for years.  She never quite understood how Maggie had so much trouble when it came to teachers.  Eliza knew that all you had to do was just act like you were paying attention and they'd fall all over themselves to help you.  That was especially true if you were a member of a family like the Callisons or the Campbells.  "He gave me an 'A' on that essay last week."

"An 'A'?" Maggie wrinkled her nose in aggravation.  "I only got a 'C'!  I really worked on that one, too!  You just scribbled yours out right before class!"

"I told you he liked me."  Eliza glanced towards the front of the room when she saw Randy Lamont walk through the doors.  She let out a small sigh.  The new boy in school was very cute.

"Oh, god, him again!" Maggie grumbled when she caught sight of Randy.  "I hope he stays away from me.  I can't stand to have another outfit ruined by that clumsy oaf!"

Eliza Campbell"You don't like Randy?"  Eliza cocked an eyebrow as she asked her question.  "Why, I think he's just the cutest boy to hit Albanyville High in years!"

"Randy Lamont?  Cute?"  Maggie rolled her eyes.  Eliza sure could be so gushy when it came to boys.  They never really had that effect on her.  Well, only one.  Patterson Monroe was the only guy she knew that could make her all giddy like that, but he was too old for her.  Maggie let out a heavy sigh when she realized that poor Patterson would never see her as anything other than a little girl.

"Yes, I think he's wonderful!"  Eliza watched Randy closely as he approached the soda jerk and got something to drink.  "I think I'll call him over.  I wonder if he's asked anyone to the fall dance?"

"Don't you dare!"  Maggie glared at her friend.  "Don't drag him over here!  Randy Lamont is the last person on earth I want to have within ten feet of me!  I can't stand him!"

Eliza looked at Maggie carefully.  Why did she have such a negative reaction to him?  She knew they'd had a couple of run-ins, but Eliza was sure he wasn't nearly as horrible as Maggie had claimed.  She considered the evidence and smiled to herself.  At least Maggie wouldn't be any competition for the position of Randy's date to the dance.  Eliza could have him all to herself.


THE DAVIS HOME - LIVING ROOM

Douglas Davis23 Green St., Albanyville, IL"Lorraine, you still haven't told me why you came to see me?"  Douglas looked at her closely.  She was clearly anxious about something, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.  Maybe she really did feel completely awkward around him because of what'd happened.  "You said it had to do with that night at the party."

"Um...yes."  She stammered slightly as she tried to find the strength to tell him the truth.  She'd come this far; she couldn't back out now.  She couldn't change her mind.  "D-Douglas, there's something...there's something I have to tell you."

"Well?  What is it, Lorraine?"  Douglas moved from his chair to sit beside her on the couch.  He tone told him that what she had to say was very important.  He quickly grew worried as his mind raced to considered all the possibilities of what it might be.  "C'mon, Lorraine, don't leave me in suspense like this.  Tell me what's on your mind."

Lorraine Blake"D-Douglas..."  She took another deep breath.  "Douglas, I'm having a baby."

His eyes grew wide with shock.  This was definitely not what he'd expected her to say.  "I-I'm sure that Patterson is going to be very happy.  He's going to make a wonderful father."

"N-no, Douglas," she began to sob and quickly looked away.  "I'm having your baby!  Because of that one night we shared, I'm carrying your child."


THE GARDENS RESTAURANT

The Gardens RestaurantFrancis Callison"Thank you so much for asking me out to dinner," Francis smiled as she looked across the table at Fred.  "I think this must be the first time in months that I've allowed myself a chance to relax."

"And you deserve it, dear."  Fred reached across the table to hold her hand.  She nearly pulled away, but reconsidered and allowed it to rest comfortably in his.  "After everything you've been through these last few months, you deserve any shred of happiness you can find."

"Y-you know, Fred."  She stammered slightly and looked away.  "I really am impressed by how nice and gentlemanly you've been.  Considering all the stories that have floated around the hospital, I was a little concerned."

"I thought I assured you that that's all they were!  Those are just stories spread by old harpies who have nothing better to do with their time."  He grumbled slightly as he was again reminded that some things would never die.  He thought he'd managed to get over the rumors of the past, but they kept returning over and over again to haunt him.  "You know all too well about that."

"Y-yes, I do."  Francis felt embarrassed for again judging him based upon the comments of others.

Dr. Fred Rutherford"I'm nowhere near the womanizer those catty nurses have made me out to be."  He smiled at her warmly as she again looked into his eyes.  "They're all just resentful that I won't have anything to do with them.  Why, I wouldn't even give the time of day to the majority of those spinster hags."

"Honestly, I-I don't see that horrible side to you, at all."  She allowed a sigh of relief to escape her lips as she felt the momentary resurgence of tension slowly begin to slip away.  "You've actually been very charming, gentlemanly, and supportive as far as I'm concerned."

"Uh oh," Fred muttered as his eyes quickly caught sight of familiar faces in the doorway.

"What?

"It looks like we have unexpected company in the restaurant, this evening."

Francis allowed her eyes to glance in the direction of Fred's gaze.  Her draw dropped when she saw what had brought about his response.  Charles and Annabelle were standing in the doorway of The Gardens and requesting a table.



 


TOMORROW

Charles and Francis try to show each other that life goes on.




 


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