produced/written by G. Matthew Smith

EPISODE #37 (Tuesday 6/12/01) click here for a printable version of this episode
same day, October 1935


Lorraine Blake98 River Rd Apt. #1, Albanyville, IL"Oh, little one, what am I going to do?" Lorraine murmured as she looked down and patted her stomach.  "Your daddy wants to marry me, but if I do that I'll hurt Patterson terribly.  Everyone will know what a horrible person I am!"  She swallowed back a tear and silently wished she had someone to confide in...someone who could help her sort out this mess.

She first thought of Jillian.  She was the only person who knew she was expecting other than Douglas.  Lorraine quickly dismissed that thought.  Letting Jillian know about her quandary was too risky.  Especially since she wasn't sure what she was going to do.  What if she decided to tell Patterson he was the father.  If Jillian knew the truth, would she be able to remain quiet?

Suddenly, her eyes lit up with realization.  There was only one person she could confide in and trust with her secret.  There was only one person who could give her the advice she needed.  Lorraine quickly reached for the telephone, gave the operator the extension she needed, and waited anxiously.  Finally, there was an answer.

"Momma, I'm in trouble and I need to talk..."

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The Gardens RestaurantTrevor Callison"So, are you still finding it pretty easy going in school?" Trevor asked as he gazed across the table at Grace.  She was so pretty and so lovely.  Not pretty in the glamour girl sort of way, but more like a gentle spring blossom that had just opened its petals to the sun.

"Actually, yes," she replied as she carefully skimmed the dessert menu.  "I really can't believe you brought me here.  Just look at these prices for a hot fudge sundae!"

"Would you quit looking at how much everything costs.  I can afford it."  Why did it seem like Grace was starting to make subtle remarks like that?  "I'm glad college is working out for you."  Trevor motioned for the waiter and indicated that they would like two of the sundaes for dessert.

"And how's the paper coming?  You haven't mentioned any new articles lately."  She nervously played with her fork as she shuffled her feat underneath the table.  She felt so out of place in surroundings like these.  All it did was remind her that she and Trevor had nothing in common.  He was the child of an upper class family while she was...well, she didn't like to think about her own family.

"Actually, I'm working on one right now.  It's more of a feature piece on the fall tourism season of Davenport."  He paused for a moment.  This random chitchat was not what was on his mind.  "Grace, have you given any more thought to visiting your mother?"   He looked at her earnestly.  It was a topic that had been on his mind a lot.  He just couldn't understand Grace's reluctance to stay in contact with her.  Trevor knew that if his mother were in the same situation, he wouldn't let a chance to see her go by unheeded.

Grace Davis"Oh, I don't know," Grace sighed as she fidgeted nervously in her seat.  "I-I would just feel so awkward around her.  I can't forget some of the things she did right before we found out she was sick.  I haven't seen her in so long; how can I just show up out of the blue?  Besides, she probably won't even recognize me.  She won't know who I am."

"You never know unless you go see her."  He reached across the table and took her hand.  "If you'd like, I'll even take you to Manor Hills myself.  I'll be with you every step of the way."

Grace looked away from Trevor and down at the table.  Did she really have the courage to see her mother again?  Could she look at her and not remember all the horrible things that happened?


Dr. Fred RutherfordAlbanyville General Hospital"I thought I told you not to call me here," Fred said as he held the telephone receiver close to his mouth and lowered his voice.

"I thought you said you'd have the money." the man on the other end of the line replied.

"I've almost got it.  I've hit a little stumbling block, but I'm well on my way to getting everything I need."  Fred cautiously took another look around to see if anyone was nearby.  As a young intern approached the nurses' desk, Fred turned his back to him to shield him from the conversation.

"Almost isn't good enough!  You really should be more careful."

"W-what do you mean?"  Beads of perspiration began to form on Fred's brow and he quickly pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket to blot them away.

"You've been stalling us entirely too long, Rutherford!  You shouldn't bet money that you don't have."

"Look, it seemed like a sure thing.  How was I supposed to know that horse was going to fall and break a leg?"  Fred swallowed hard.  They just had to give him more time.

"And what about those other times?  Don't gamble what you can't afford to lose!  If you don't get us that money, we'll be forced to take collection matters into our own hands."

"W-what are you trying to say?"

"I'm sure your not looking for a reunion with your little nurse girlfriend any time soon.  The river can be quite chilly in the fall of the year."

"Forget what you know about Arlene!"  Why did she continue to haunt him?  Fred had been sure she was out of his life forever.  He knew it had been a mistake to ask for their help, but what other choice had he had?

"Fork over what you owe and you won't have a thing to worry about!"

Fred exhaled slowly to calm his nerves.  "Just between us, I'm about to come into a large sum of money.  I just have to work out a few more details.  Just be patient!"

"Time's almost up, Rutherford.  You better hope this goldmine of yours comes through, or you'll regret ever crossing us."  With a deafening "click", the line went dead.

Fred replaced the receiver on its cradle and took a deep breath.  He had to intensify his pursuit of Francis and step up his plans to convince her to divorce Charles.  He was sure that once he had a wedding ring on Francis' hand, all his problems would be solved.