For Now and Forever
produced/written by G. Matthew Smith

 

EPISODE #37 (Tuesday 6/12/01)
same day, October 1935

LORRAINE'S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM

"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..."

THE GARDENS RESTAURANT

"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.

"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?

ALBANYVILLE 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.

LORRAINE'S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM

"Momma, I really need to talk to you." Lorraine said in a half sob as she spoke into the telephone receiver.  "I-I need your advice."

"What is it dear?"  Edwina Blake asked as she sat in the living room of her home in Thornbridge, New York.  "What's wrong?"

"Momma, I-I'm..."  Lorraine took a deep breath.  "Momma, I'm going to have a baby."

"What?  B-but you're not even married!  Are you?  You haven't run off and eloped with some boy have you?"

"Oh, no, Momma!  I-I'm not married."  Lorraine lowered her head as if to hide her embarrassment from her mother who was half a country away.  "T-that's why I need your advice."

"Is it that Monroe boy?  I told you that you were moving too fast.  I warned you that getting involved with him again so soon after what happened between you and Trevor was a bad idea."

"No, Momma, it's not Patterson."  Lorraine shifted her weight as she sat in the chair.  Though she and her mother had always been close, it was still quite awkward discussing such personal matters with her.  "I-It's someone else."

"You broke up with Patterson?  Why didn't you tell me?"

"No, Momma, I didn't break up with Patterson.  We're still together.  He's just not the baby's father.  I...I...well, it's a long story, but I was with someone else."  Oh, what would her mother think of her now?  She was a tarnished woman.

"My lord, Lorraine!  Who?"  Edwina paused for a moment.  "No... well, it doesn't matter.  Whoever this young man is, he's surely going to do the right thing and marry you!  I can't believe he'd just take advantage of you and cast you aside."

"N-no, Momma, actually, that's not the way it is, at all."  Why did this all have to be so difficult?  Why did this have to happen now?  "D-Douglas wants to marry me.  He even asked me."

"Then, honey, what's the problem?  Marry this young man and give your child the home it deserves."

"B-but what about Patterson?  He doesn't know about the baby.  If I were to marry someone else, he'd be devastated!"

"What else can you do?"  Edwina paused for an answer.  When she received none, she quickly grew worried.  "Lorraine, what are you thinking about doing?"

"Momma, why can't I tell Patterson that he's the baby's father and then he and I can get married?"

"Oh, you couldn't!  It wouldn't be right.  You can't lie and force a child on Patterson that isn't his!  And what about the baby's real father?  How can you be so cruel as to keep him away from the child?"

"But, Momma..."

"No, young lady!  It would not be right.  Thelma Lorraine Blake, we did not raise you to be a liar and a cheat!  That's exactly what you'd be if you didn't do the right thing.  You have to think of this child.  A child deserves to have both of its parents...its real parents.  Tell this Douglas boy you'll marry him.  If you don't, you'll never be able to live with yourself.  Of course, Patterson will be hurt, but he'll get over it.  He's young and, in time, he'll understand.  You have to do what's right for this child."

Lorraine sat quietly with the receiver still pressed to her ear.  Was her mother right?  Did she have to marry Douglas?  Would lying to Patterson be a mistake?

THE DAVIS HOME - LIVING ROOM

"Thank you so much for dinner, Trevor," Grace smiled as she walked with him through the front door and into the living room.  "I really did have a wonderful time."  She looked up and saw Douglas sitting in his favorite chair and looking off into space.  "Douglas?"

"Um...oh, Grace, Trevor," Douglas spoke up as he suddenly turned to face them.  "I-I'm sorry.  I didn't hear you come in."

"You looked like you were off in another world," Trevor said as he looked at him closely.  "Is something wrong?"

"Oh, no, not at all.  Just a lot on my mind, I guess."  Douglas hadn't been able to think of anything other than Lorraine and their child that she carried.  What would he do if she decided to lie and tell Patterson that he was the father?  He quickly pushed those thoughts out of his head and refocused his attention on his little sister and her suitor.  "This entire Thornton Preston mess has been taking up a lot of my time," he explained in a half-lie.  "You're father is rather upset with the way things are going right now."

"Yes, I know."  Trevor thought briefly about his father's trials with the troublesome author and also about his plan to use Sara Manchester as a spy.  Trevor still wasn't too keen on that idea.

"Douglas, I've got something I want to tell you," Grace spoke up as she interrupted their business talk.

"Yes, dear, what is it?"  Douglas turned to look at her and waited for what sounded like a big announcement.

"I've decided to go see mother," she said with a determined tone of voice.  "I've given it a lot of thought and I realize that I have to see her."

"Oh, Grace!  You have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that."  Douglas quickly rose from his chair and went to embrace her.  "You just let me know when you want to go and I'll be right there with you."

"Um...no, Douglas."  She hesitated slightly before turning to look at Trevor and then back at Douglas.  "I want Trevor to take me.  I-I don't want you to go with me."

Douglas' eyes grew wide with surprise and disappointment.  He wanted to be the one to be with her for such an important meeting.  Not Trevor!  Not someone who wasn't even family.

LORRAINE'S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM

Lorraine's eyes remained fixed on the telephone as she sat and thought about her mother's advice.  Her mother had urged her to do the right thing for her baby and marry Douglas.  Lorraine could understand that logic.  He was the father, after all.  However, could she really hurt Patterson by leaving him?  She knew, all too well, how getting left felt.  True, quite a few months had passed since Trevor ended their relationship in favor of his love for Grace, but some of the pain still remained.  Did she really have the heart to cause Patterson that kind of sorrow?

Her thoughts then turned to Douglas.  Was it right to keep him away from his own child?  How could she keep her baby from ever knowing its real father?  Oh, why did fate have to be so cruel.  Why couldn't this actually be Patterson's baby?  Things would be so much simpler, then.

Suddenly, a knock at the door intruded on Lorraine's conflicting emotions.  She rose quickly to answer and was unnerved to find Patterson standing on the other side of the door.  "P-Patterson!  What are you doing here?"

"May I come in?" he asked tentatively.  "I was worried about you and wanted to see if you were alright."

"I'm fine," she lied as she led him into the living room before returning to her seat.  "There's just been a lot going on lately."

"Apparently."  He looked at her closely and was quick to note the dark circles under her eyes.  It almost looked as if she'd been crying, but about what?  "Lorraine, honey, you just haven't been acting like yourself, lately.  What's wrong?  Talk to me."

"I told you that I'm fine!" she snapped.

Patterson took a deep breath.  "This is exactly what I'm talking about.  Your moods have been all out of sorts.  I know you well enough to see when something is bothering you.  Talk to me!  It has to do with your visit to the doctor, doesn't it?  You're not telling me everything.  What's wrong?"

Lorraine quickly turned away and her eyes landed on the nearby telephone.  It brought back the memory of what her mother had advised.  Did she really have the strength to tell Patterson the truth?

TO BE CONTINUED

TOMORROW

Janet is unnerved by Judith's arrival.

For Now and Forever
produced/written by G. Matthew Smith

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