The Wishing Well Soda ShoppeMaggie Callison"Have you lost your mind?" Maggie asked as she sat in the booth with her best friend Eliza.  "Why on earth would you think Randy Lamont was cute?  Ewwwww!"

"Oh, come now, Maggie.  Surely you can see what an absolute dream he is!"  Eliza looked across the room at Randy and watched him walk away from the counter and sit down alone at a corner table.  "And I kinda feel sorry for him, too.  It must be really hard to pick up and move to a different town and change schools like he's had to do."

"It's really none of my concern."  Maggie sipped on her soda and began to thumb through a movie magazine.  "Ahh," she sighed softly as she pointed to a picture in the magazine.  "Clark Gable!  Now that's dreamy!"

"Oh, be serious, Maggie!"  Eliza looked at her with a scowl.  "We've lived here our entire lives.  We don't know what it's like to have to try and fit in in a new town and a new school."

"And I don't intend to find out.  Why are you getting all mushy on me, anyway?"

"Well, I've got an idea."  Eliza grabbed onto Maggie's arm to hold her attention.  "You know the fall dance is coming up and I just know that Randy hasn't asked anyone yet."

"Probably because he knows that no one will say 'yes'."

Eliza Campbell"Just listen to me!"  Eliza bit her lower lip and grew wide-eyed as she began to formulate a plan.  "You can help me get Randy to ask me to the dance."

"You want to go with him?"  Maggie threw up her hands and pushed Eliza away.  "Uh-uh!  No way!  I am not getting involved in another one of your screwball schemes.  Remember the last time?  The salt in old Mrs. Primrose's tea cup?"

"Oh, you know that was funny!  My god, the look on her face was priceless!"

"And we got detention for a week!"  Maggie began to vigorously shake her head.  "No way!  I am not getting involved in this!  Especially not for the likes of Randy Lamont.  How about Stanley Fitzpatrick?  Now he's something to swoon over!"

"No, Maggie, I want to go with Randy."  Eliza stuck her bottom lip out in a pout and looked at her with pleading eyes.

"I must have 'sucker' written across my forehead," Maggie sighed in defeat as she sunk down into her seat.  "Okay.  What do I have to do?"

"I knew you'd come around."  Eliza slid closer to Maggie and began to whisper into her ear.  "Now this is what we're gonna do..."


Charles Callison2210 Elmwood Lane, Albanyville, IL"It's ringing," Charles said as he cradled the telephone receiver against his ear.  "Yes, Helga, I'd like to speak to Mr. Preston.  Yes, this is Charles Callison."

"Father, I really don't know if this is such a good idea," Trevor muttered as he shook his head in apprehension.  "I don't think Sara should be involved in all of this."

"Shhh," Charles said as he motioned for Trevor to be quiet.  "Thornton, yes, it's Charles.  Very well, thank you.  I was thinking about our conversation earlier, this isn't about your contract.  We can discuss that some other time...well, actually, I was thinking about what you said about needing an assistant.  You see, Thornton, I happen to know a young lady who would be ideal for you.  Yes?  Well, her name is Sara Manchester and she's looking for a part-time job in the evenings.  Um, yes.  You see, she's a student at the local university.  I would hire her myself, but I just don't have anything available right now.  However, I immediately thought of you.  Yes, I see."

Trevor Callison"I really don't like this," Trevor grumbled.

"Wonderful!"  Charles began to smile at Trevor and he gave him a thumbs up.  "Yes, I'll take care of the details.  I'll speak to Mrs. Manchester myself.  Yes, a pleasure as always, Thornton."  As he hung up the phone, he shot his son another self-satisfied grin.  "It's all set.  Sara is now the new assistant to Thornton Preston."

Trevor merely looked back at him with a worried frown on his face.  He prayed he wasn't leading Sara into the lion's den.


Sunset Hotel, Penthouse A, Albanyville, ILFrancis CallisonFrancis slammed the door as she walked briskly into the penthouse.  The sound forced Mary to look up from her needle point and watch her daughter intently.  As Francis breezed past her and into her bedroom, Mary quickly rose from the sofa and followed.

"Francis, dear, what's wrong?" Mary questioned as she trailed along behind her daughter.  "I take it your date didn't go well?"

"My date with Fred was wonderful," Francis replied as she began to slip out of her dress and into her dressing gown.  "My front row seat for the romantic escapades of my husband, however, was not!"  She quickly began to brush out her hair and stared unflinchingly into the mirror.

Mary let out a heavy sigh.  "What has Charles done now?  Don't tell me he was making a spectacle of himself with Annabelle again!"  She laid a hand on Francis' shoulder to calm her.

"Fred and I ran into them at The Gardens."  Francis sat her brush down and turned to face her mother.  Her shoulders slumped wearily as she thought about everything that had happened.  "We were enjoying a nice dinner when Charles and Annabelle came in.  It was so embarrassing how they were all over each other!  And in public!  If I didn't know better, I'd say he was setting out to deliberately hurt me."

"I can't understand how a man with the intelligence that Charles has can be such a half-wit when it comes to that woman!"  Mary slowly began to pace the floor as her own temper rose in her daughter's behalf.  "Doesn't he realize how much these little scenes hurt you?  Doesn't he care?"

Mary Albany"Honestly, mother, I don't know what his feelings are any more."  Francis lowered her eyes.  She felt tears coming on, but she refused to cry over Charles again.  However, she couldn't help the fact that she still loved him matter what he'd done.

"I have half a mind to go over there right now and find out exactly what's going on in that head of his!"

"Oh, no, mother!  Don't!"  Francis grabbed Mary's arm as if to keep her from leaving.  "Don't have another fight with him!  Wasn't the scene you two had in The Gardens enough?"

"Apparently not!"  Mary gently ran her fingers across Francis' cheek to wipe away a tear.  "Oh, Francis, how can Charles be so blind?  How can he not see what he's doing to you?"  Her eyes narrowed as a look of determination covered her face.  "I'm going to pay that son-in-law of mine a visit!  I'm going to find out what's going on in that thick head of his and I'm not leaving until I do!"



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