Burt LamontJoe's Cafe"I want to shout it from every rooftop in Albanyville," Burt said as his excitement began to grow.  "I love you Janet Scott!"

Janet uncomfortably looked away.  Janet Scott.  She was supposed to be Janet Scott, not Janet Stokes.  As warm and loving as Burt was, how could she keep on deceiving him?  How could she lie to him about who she truly was?

"Janet?  Are you all right?"  He watched her closely.  "I'd hoped that I would have gotten a little happier reaction from you."

Janet Stokes"Oh, Burt, I'm so sorry!" she gasped when she realized that she hadn't hidden her worries and fears.  "No, it's not you nor your love.  I just have a lot on my mind.  You really don't know how happy your love makes me.  I-I love you, too.  Oh, Burt, I love you so much!"

He swiftly rose from his chair and took her into his arms and their lips met in a tender yet passionate kiss.  He loved her with all his heart.  Burt was certain of it.  Janet made him feel things that he'd never thought he'd feel again.  She was so right for him.

Janet Scott.  Janet Scott.  The words rang in Janet's ears as she wrapped herself in Burt's warm embrace.  Janet Scott.  Although her body and heart were there with him in the cafe, her mind quickly begin to drift to another time and another place.

"Hello," Janet smiled as she curtsied gracefully.  "I don't believe we've met.  I'm Janet, Nelson Stokes' daughter."

"How wonderful to finally meet you, Janet," he  replied as he gently kissed her hand.  "Your father throws the greatest dinner parties.  I do hope that I get to do business with him in the future."

"I'm sure you will."  Janet inspected him closely.  Of course, he was older, but he had that handsome, distinguished air about him.  You could tell he had class and sophistication.

"Oh, you must think I'm so rude," he laughed with a twinkle in his eye.  "I didn't formally introduce myself.  I'm Gordon Scott."


Lorraine Blake98 River Rd Apt. #1, Albanyville, ILAs Lorraine napped on the couch, her dreams were troubled.  She tossed and turned as a myriad of images floated through her mind.  The faces of Patterson and then Douglas began to invade her thoughts.  Then the sound of a baby crying.

"You're a liar!" both Patterson and Douglas' voices called out.  "A liar!  You're horrible and evil!  You're a liar!"

The dream quickly changed as their faces disappeared only to be replaced by a crowd of people.  Everyone she knew was there!  Trevor, Grace, Jillian, Mrs. Oliver....  They were all looking at her angrily and pointing at her just as Patterson and Douglas had.

"You're a fallen woman, Lorraine."

"You're just a cheap harlot now!"

"How can you even think to have a nameless baby?"

"Oh, how could you even try to make Patterson believe that child is his?  You horrible, wicked girl!"

"Poor Douglas!  What you've done to him!  Keeping his own child away form him!"

"You horrible piece of trash!"

"That poor little baby is who I feel sorry for.  How in the world can he grow up to be a decent human being with such a deceitful mother like you, Lorraine?"

"You're evil, Lorraine!  We hate you, Lorraine!"

"I hate you, Mommy."

Lorraine awoke with a jolt, her body drenched with sweat.  She gasped for air as she ran her fingers through her damp, limp hair.  She looked at her hands as they trembled and she realized that she couldn't take much more.  Lorraine knew that if all the stress was beginning to affect her health, it had to be affecting the baby as well.

"You're a liar!"

The voices still echoed in her head.  Taking a deep breath, she reached over, grabbed the telephone, and quickly dialed a number.  Lorraine tried to will her body to stop shaking, but realized that it was no use.

"Hello?" the voice on the other end of the line answered.

She swallowed hard and tried to keep her voice from trembling.  "D-Douglas, it's Lorraine.  I-I need to see you.  I need to see you right away."


Joe's CafeJillian Stokes"Judith, you're just going to love this place," Jillian smiled as they walked up to the front door.  "It has the best croissants that you'll find anywhere."

Judith carefully eyed the front of the building up and down.  It sure wasn't anywhere close to being one of the ritzy five star restaurants that she was so accustomed to dining at in Manhattan.  "I certainly hope the exterior isn't indicative of the interior," she replied.  "Likewise for the food."

"Trust me!  Reginald and I love it!  We eat here at least a couple of times a week."  Jillian reached out for the door and quickly swung it open.

As they stepped inside, Judith made a face as she scanned the room.  Not exactly the clientele she was used to associating with, either.  It was an odd mixture of business men, housewives on leisurely lunches, college kids, and dreadful blue color types.  "Hmmm...I bet the Rockefellers or the Lindberghs aren't standing in line to get in.  Look at that one over there!"  She turned to cover her mouth as she whispered to Jillian.  "Do you think he's got enough class to wash his hands before eating?  Why, he looks like he's spent the entire day working on some sort of machinery!"

"He probably has, Judith."  Jillian gritted her teeth and took a deep breath.  She loved her sister dearly, but some days it took more effort than others to deal with her.  "This place serves an eclectic mix of people.  It has a broad class of clientele."

Judith Linford"I can see that!"  Judith rolled her eyes and shook her head.  As she wrinkled up her nose and made a face, she wondered if the dishwashers in back knew how to properly polish the silver.  "Maybe we should turn around and go to The Gardens.  I like that place.  It's more our style."

Janet Stokes"Nonsense.  Let's just find a table.  Once you have a bite of their divine cheesecake, you'll think you're in heaven."  Jillian slowly began to lead her across the room when she caught sight of Janet sitting with a gentlemen at a back table.  "Look!  There's Janet and she's with someone.  I bet that's that man she's been seeing."

Judith suddenly stopped dead in her tracks as the color began to drain from her face.  She began to gasp slightly and reached out to grab Jillian's arm for support.

"Oh, stop being so stubborn," Jillian responded as she tugged on her sister to drag her forward.  "I've wanted to meet this man for quite a while now.  I want to know exactly who our sister is involved with."

Burt Lamont"N-no," Judith muttered weakly.  Her breathing grew shallow and her head began to spin.  "J-Jillian."

"Judith?"  Jillian turned to look at her sister and was horrified to find her face as white as a sheet.  "Judith, what's wrong?  Are you alright?"

Suddenly, a sharp pain ripped through Judith's abdomen as she doubled over in agony and crumpled to the floor.

"Oh, my god, Judith!" Jillian cried out as she dropped to her knees beside her now unconscious sister.  "Oh, my god!  Help!  Someone help!  Someone call a doctor!"


Trevor takes Grace to visit her mother.

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