produced/written by G. Matthew Smith



EPISODE #59 (Thursday 8/30/01) click here for a printable version of this episode
a week later - October 1935

THE SUNSET HOTEL - THE LINFORD PENTHOUSE - LIVING ROOM

Mark LinfordThe Sunset Hotel, Penthouse C, Albanyville, IL"Ruby!" Mark Linford called out as he walked into the living room.

"Yes, Mr. Linford?" Ruby Thomas, the Linford's maid, asked as she rushed into the room.

"Where's my wife?"  He took a lengthy sip of his martini.  "For someone who's not supposed to travel, she seems to rarely be home."

"Um, Mrs. Linford had to run some errands."  Ruby eyed Mark apprehensively.  Though he'd only been in Albanyville a week, she was more than aware of the tense nature of his marriage to Judith.  "She said something about having to meet someone."

"Hmmm..."  Mark sat down his martini and rubbed his chin as he thought.  What in the devil could Judith be up to, now?


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THE DAVIS HOME - LIVING ROOM

23 Green St., Albanyville, IL"Are you sure you're going to be alright?"  Douglas Davis eyed his wife closely as she sat on the couch with her feet propped up.

"I'll be fine!  Would you stop worrying?"  Lorraine Davis let out a deep sigh.  Douglas had waited on her hand and foot ever since her collapse on the docks.  He wouldn't let her lift a finger to do anything and had insisted that she take some time off from work.  She'd worried what Charles Callison would say about her absence, but he'd been more than gracious.  Charles had assured her that her health was much more important.  For that, Lorraine had been thankful.

"I really wish I could get out of this, but Thornton Preston's will is supposed to be read today."  He reached for his hat and coat that hung on the rack by the front door.  "And since I'm the one who's handled his personal matters while he was here in town, I've got to read the will."

Lorraine Davis"Douglas, I understand.  Would you stop worrying about me?"  Though she wasn't quite ready to admit it, her husband's concern for her had made quite an impression.  At first, she couldn't escape the feeling that he'd only wanted to marry her for the sake of their unborn child, not for any real sense of caring about her.  Now, after the sudden turn in her health, his behavior had forced her to rethink that opinion.

"I can't help it, dear," he said as he came back into the living room and sat down next to her.  He lifted her hand to his cheek and then kissed it gently.  "Our baby...you...mean so much to me.  I don't know what I would do if I lost either one of you."

"Oh, don't be foolish.  You're not going to loose either one of us."  Lorraine briefly looked up into Douglas' eyes and clearly saw exactly how much he cared about her.  Was that love that shown in his eyes?  She shook her head slightly in response to that notion.  Love for their child, most definitely, but love for her?  It couldn't be.

Douglas Davis"Now, if you need anything, Grace is right upstairs.  She doesn't have to work at the bookstore tonight so she'll be here."  Douglas again rose from the couch and headed for the door.  "If you need anything, just call her."

As he prepared to walk out of the house, he stopped in the open doorway and turned to look back at her.  Douglas took a deep breath and prayed that nothing happened while he was gone.

"Lorraine?" Grace Davis asked as she came down the stairs just as the door closed behind Douglas.  "Where's he running off to?  I thought he'd be glued to your side after what happened."

"Um...he had to go take care of some business."  Lorraine eyed her sister-in-law cautiously.  

The entire arrangement was still awkward for her.  It hadn't been that long ago that Lorraine had been involved with Trevor Callison, the man now in love with Grace.  The irony wasn't lost on either of them.

"So, how is Trevor doing?"  Lorraine was reaching for some topic of conversation.  Trevor was all she and Grace really had in common other than Douglas.

Grace Davis"H-he's fine."  Grace fidgeted awkwardly and then sat down in the chair across from Lorraine.

"Are you still having a difficult time trying to deal with his feelings for you?"

Grace's eyes grew wide with shock.  Surely Lorraine wasn't going to try and council her on her relationship with Trevor!

"Lorraine, I'm sorry, but I really don't feel comfortable discussing this with you."  Grace bit her lip nervously as she kept her eyes on Lorraine.  "No offense."

"I understand, Grace, I really do."  Lorraine shifted her weight on the couch.  All of the "resting" she'd been doing for days had been rather enjoyable.  Now, however, she was finding herself growing antsy.  She was growing a little claustrophobic, being stuck inside the house all day.  Surprisingly, she longed to go back to work and see other people.  "But," she continued, "you really should give him a chance.  Trevor is really a wonderful man.  I can tell that he loves you very much."

"Why are you so concerned about how I deal with his feelings for me?" Grace asked rather pointedly.  "There's never exactly been any love lost between us.  In case you've forgotten, you blamed me for everything that went wrong in your relationship."

"I...I'm sorry about that."  Lorraine winced slightly and quickly looked away.  Her behavior during the time towards the end of her relationship with Trevor now embarrassed her.  How could she have been so accusatory?  So insecure?  So shrewish?

Suddenly, the ringing of the doorbell intruded on their conversation.

"I'll get it," Grace said quietly, relieved to have an interruption, and quickly rose to answer the door.  "Yes?"

"Hello, Grace," Trevor Callison smiled as he stood in the open doorway.  "Can I come in?"


THE LAMONT HOME - RANDY'S BEDROOM

2312 Spring Lake Rd., Albanyville, IL"If you don't hurry up, you're going to be late!"  Penelope Lamont rushed around her son Randy's bedroom as he tried to finish tying his tie.  "It just wouldn't do for you to be late on your first date with that girl."

"That girl is Eliza Campbell," Randy Lamont reminded as he made a face at his reflection in the mirror.  He'd spent the last 15 minutes trying to get his tie just perfect and had been less than satisfied with each attempt.

"Well, whatever.  This is your first date!  You wouldn't want to be late for the Fall Dance."  She shook her head in astonishment as if her son had just grown up right before her eyes.  "Oh, my baby is all grown up."

"Ma, would you quick acting like I'm going off to war.  It's just a silly high school dance."

Penelope Lamont"Don't you talk like that, Randy."  She grimaced at the mention of war.  "I'm sure you've seen all of those newsreels about what's going on overseas."

"Ma, that's all an ocean away!  All of that mess over in Europe has nothing to do with us."  He struggled with his tie again and made another face of disapproval.

"Here, son, let me."  Penelope quickly walked over to him and began to expertly retie his tie.  "Now, there!  That's perfect.  You better run along or you'll be late."

"Alright," he sighed, realizing that there was no winning with her.  As he rushed down the stairs, his mother was right behind him.

"Now, don't forget your manners when you meet her parents."  She lifted her finger to her chin as she thought of her long list of requests.  "Oh!  And don't stay out too late.  You be a perfect gentleman!"

Randy Lamont"Yes, ma."  He turned to give her a quick peck on the check and then hurried out the door, nearly bumping into Judith Linford who was standing on the back stoop ready to knock.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Penelope said as she walked to the door to greet her unexpected visitor.  "My son can be quite the steamroller when he's in a hurry.  Can I help you?"

"Um, yes," Judith smiled as she stepped through the door and into the kitchen.  "You must be Mrs. Lamont, Burt's mother."

"Why, yes, I am.  And you are?"

"She was just leaving!"  Burt's voice echoed throughout the kitchen as he made his presence known.  "Ma, if you would excuse us, I need to have a word with our uninvited guest."

"Oh, yes, of course."  Penelope shot her son a curious looked before nodding politely to Judith and exiting the kitchen.

Judith Linford"Burt, I had to see you!" Judith exclaimed once she was sure that Penelope was out of earshot.

"I have nothing to say to you!"  He maintained his cool exterior despite the surge of emotions that Judith's presence elicited.  "I can't believe you have the nerve to come back here!"

"Burt, please, don't be like this!"

Burt Lamont"Me?"  He let out a hearty laugh of astonishment.  "After everything you've done?  After all the lies you've told?  You tell me not to act like this?"

"Oh, Burt, please, just listen to me!"  She reached out for him, but he swiftly moved away.  "I...I have something to tell you.  Something about this girl you've been seeing."

"I don't have to listen to a word that comes out of your mouth!"

"Burt, you have to listen to me!  What I have to tell you could change everything.  It could change your entire life."  She paused for a moment as she kept her eyes locked on him.

He eyed her closely.  Against his better judgment, he was quite curious as to what Judith could possibly say.  After a moment's consideration, his curiosity got the better of him.  "Okay, Judith.  What is it?"

"It's about this girl you're seeing."  She hesitated for a moment and she considered the right choice of words for her revelation.  "There are things you don't know about her.  You see, she's..."

"Burt?  What's going on here?" came the voice from the open door.  "Judith, what in the world are you doing here?"

As they turned toward the doorway, both of their jaws dropped at the sight of their surprise visitor.  Janet Stokes was standing in the open door with a look of utter shock and bewilderment locked on her face.