THE GARDENS RESTAURANT

The Gardens RestaurantJasper St. John"Yes, sir, what can I do for you?" Jasper St. John asked as he smiled broadly.  "Table for one?"

"Um, no, I think I'll just go to the bar," Mark replied as he watched the manager closely.

"Sir, I have a lovely table right over..."

"I said I'll go to the bar."

"Um, yes, okay."  Jasper rolled his eyes slightly.  "As you wish."

Mark casually strolled over to the bar and took a seat before ordering a scotch and soda.  As he took a sip, he scanned the restaurant for anyone he might know.  Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a familiar face.

"Hello, Helen," he smiled as he approached the table where she and Clark Saxon were seated.  "Long time, no see."

"Oh, um..."  Helen Van Dyne hesitated for a moment as she tried to place the face.

"I'm Mark Linford.  We met at Jillian's engagement party."  He smiled warmly as his eyes quickly darted to Clark.  "I'm her brother-in-law."

"Ah, yes!  You're Judith's husband!"  When she finally realized who he was, her face lit up.  "It has been a while.  I'm so sorry I didn't recognize you right off."

Mark Linford"That's okay.  We did only meet briefly."

"How's Judith?"

"As well as she can be."  He smirked slightly as he thought of his wife.

Noting their friendly banter, an uncomfortable Clark made a not so subtle clearing of his throat.

"Oh!  You must think I'm so rude."  She blushed slightly.  "Mark, this is my friend Clark Saxon.  Clark, this is Mark Linford.  He's married to..."

"Yeah, yeah, I get the picture."  Clark extended his hand and gave Mark a firm handshake.

"I hope I haven't interrupted anything," Mark smiled slyly.

Helen Van Dyne"Oh, no, Clark and I are just friends."  Helen giggled slightly at the absurd thought that she and Clark could be anything but friends.  She watched Mark closely and was quick to recognize the air of distinction that encircled him.

"I see."  Mark eyed her closely.  She was even more beautiful than he remembered her being at the party.  "It's rather odd being in a town and not knowing anyone other than my wife and her family.  I'm used to being in Manhattan where it seems like I know everyone."

"I'm sure."  She smiled again as she fluttered her eyelashes.  "Would you care to join us?"

"Why, I'd love to!"  Mark quickly grabbed a seat and slid up to the table.

Clark SaxonClark scowled slightly at the intrusion, but it went unnoticed by both Helen and Mark.

"Ah, I see you did decide to take a table," Jasper said rather haughtily as strolled by with menus in his arms.

"Yes, I did."  Mark muttered rather coldly.

Jasper gritted his teeth in annoyance and quickly hurried away leaving Mark to again focus his attention on Helen.  She was very attractive and quite flirtatious.  Mark smiled inwardly as he thought about what a nice diversion to his wife's histrionics Helen would make. 


THE SUNSET HOTEL - MARY'S PENTHOUSE - MAGGIE'S BEDROOM

Sunset Hotel, Penthouse A, Albanyville, IL"Oh, my hair looks hideous!" Eliza Campbell exclaimed as she looked at herself in the mirror.  "I just can't do anything with it!"

"You look fine.  Stop worrying."  Maggie Callison rolled her eyes as she stood behind her best friend and looked at her own reflection in the mirror.

"But, I can't let Randy see me looking like this!"

"It's just a date to the dance.  It's not like it's your wedding day and you've got a black eye or anything."  Maggie continued putting a light smear of rouge on her cheeks.  She wrinkled her nose slightly and then turned to look at Eliza.  "It's not too much, is it?"

Eliza Campbell"Here, let me."  Eliza grabbed a handkerchief and carefully blotted Maggie's cheeks.   "Now!  That's much better."  She quickly glanced at the clock on the wall and made a horrified face.  "Oh!  Randy's gonna be here any minute and I'm nowhere close to being ready!"

"Maggie!" Mary Albany called out from the living room.  "Maggie, you have a telephone call!"

"Coming, Nana," Maggie replied.  She looked at Eliza again and let out a heavy sigh as she shook her head.  "Here," she said as she picked up a brush and handed it too her.  "It looks even worse now.  Fix it!"

"Ohhh!"  Eliza's shoulders slumped with disappointment as Maggie hurried out of the room.  After taking another, long look at herself in the mirror, she began to franticly brush out her hair...again.  Finally, after several minutes of vigorous brushing and combing, Eliza let out a sigh of relief.  "There!  It's perfect!"  Happy with her results, she grabbed the lavender ribbon that lay on the dresser and carefully tied it in her hair.

"Oh, Eliza, you're never going to believe this!" Maggie cried as she rushed back into the room.

"Maggie, what is it?  What's wrong?"

Maggie Callison"It's that creep Stanley Fitzpatrick!  He just called.  He can't take me to the dance!"  Maggie threw herself onto her bed and began to sulk.

"What?  Why?"

"Oh, something about him being sick!"  Maggie wrinkled her nose and scowled.  "German measles, swine flue, malaria, something like that...who cares!."

"Oh, Maggie," Eliza sighed in disappointment.  Suddenly, the conversation was cut drastically short by the loud ringing of the doorbell.

"Maggie!  Eliza!  Randy's here!" Francis Callison called out from the living room.

"Maggie, c'mon, we've got to go!"  Eliza jumped up from her seat in front of the vanity and grabbed her friend's hand.

"I can't!" Maggie sobbed as she jerked her hand away.  "If Stanley can't go, I don't have a date!  I can't go to the dance without a date!"

"Well..."  Eliza bit her lip as she weighed her options.  "I'll be sure to tell you all about the dance!  I've got to go.  My date's waiting on me."

As Eliza rushed out of the room, Maggie began to sob in heartbreak and disappointment.


THE LAMONT HOME - KITCHEN

2312 Spring Lake Rd., Albanyville, IL"J-Janet!" Burt called out in shock.  "What are you doing here?"

"I missed you," Janet muttered as she nervously eyed both Burt and Judith.  "I thought I'd stop by and see if you wanted to go have dinner."

Judith stood in wide-eyed shock.  She hadn't expected her sister to show up out of the blue to interrupt her conversation with Burt.  The timing left her unusually speechless...an irony that wasn't completely lost on her.

"I...I didn't know that you two knew each other," Burt said hesitantly.  Surely Judith and Janet weren't friends!  As snotty as Judith could be, he was sure that she wouldn't associate socially with someone like Janet whom she would most certainly regard as beneath her.

"I...um..." Janet stammered as her hands began to shake.  "I've seen Mrs. Linford around."

As the shock of Janet's sudden appearance began to wear off, Judith quickly began to regain her composure.  Throwing her shoulders back regally, she took a deep breath.  She'd planned for her revelation to come much more privately, but she quickly realized that her sister's presence would add a most interesting twist.

Judith Linford"Well, Burt, dear, Janet here and I are more than just acquainted," she said with a sly grin.

"No, Judith, don't," Janet muttered softly as she tried to hide the fear in her voice.

"What are you talking about?"  Burt immediately began to grow worried.  Had Judith told Janet about their past affair?  Had she revealed all about the baby that she carried?

"J-Judith, please!"  Janet began to wring her hands as she fought the urge to run from the house and hide.

"Burt, as I was telling you before, there are things about the girl you've been seeing...our little miss Janet, here, that you don't know."  Judith turned to face Janet and shot her an icy stare.

"Please!"

"Judith, what in the devil are you talking about?"  Burt felt his heart begin to race.  What in the world could Judith, of all people, know about Janet?

"She's been lying to you, Burt.  This entire time she's been lying to you!  You see, Burt, Janet is my sister."

"What?"  His jaw dropped in shock as his turned to look at Janet with eyes filled with confusion.  "No, that's a lie!  This is Janet Scott.  She has a sister named Jill.  She can't be your sister!"

"Scott?  You told him your last name was Scott?"  Judith turned to Janet and let out a deep, throaty laugh.  "My god, you're even crazier than I thought you were."  Turning to again face Burt, she took a deep breath.  "Her sister Jill is really our sister Jillian.  You remember me talking about her, don't you, Burt?"

"Y-yes, vaguely."  Numbed by the shocking revelation, Burt stood motionless, barely able to think.  He eyed Janet closely as if in an attempt to see through the layers of lies.  "Janet Stokes?  You're really Janet Stokes?  Why, Janet?  Why did you lie to me?"

"Even better question, dear, is how could you even think to use the name Scott?"  Judith shook her head slightly in disbelief.  "After everything that's happened, you had to use Scott?"  Her hand flew up to her mouth in horror as she looked at her cautiously.  She was fully aware that events from the past had left Janet slightly troubled, but this?  Judith greatly feared what it all meant.

"Tell me the truth, Janet!"  Burt felt his temper begin to rise because of the betrayal.  "Tell me who you really are!"

Janet Stokes"N-no!" Janet screamed as tears began to stream down her face.  

Suddenly, she turned to bolt out of the door and run away, but Burt's swift hand reached out and grabbed her.  He spun her around and held her by the shoulders in an attempt to force her to face him.

"Tell me the truth!  Who are you?"

"I-it's true," Janet's muttered softly through her tears.  "I'm really Janet Stokes.  I'm Judith's sister."

"Oh, my lord."  As the complete shock of the truth hit him, Burt released Janet and slowly staggered backwards as if he'd been physically struck.  "How could you lie to me?"

"I...I..."  Janet gasped for air as she began to feel the walls close in.  Suddenly, a fire began to burn in her eyes and she turned to glare at Judith.  "How?" she spat, "how do you two know each other?  How!"

Now, it was Burt's turn to have his eyes filled with fear and worry.  He looked at Judith pleadingly, but was met only with a look a calmness that sent a chill through his body.

"Do you really want to know?" Judith asked pointedly.  "Do you really?"

Burt Lamont"No, Judith, don't," Burt pleaded.  "Don't do this.  Is it really worth it?"

"Judith?" Janet asked as a looked of confusion covered her.  "Judith, what's going on?  How do you know Burt?"

"I want to know why you lied to me!" Burt shouted in an attempt to deflect the questioning away from Judith.

"Judith?" Janet asked as she kept her eyes locked on her sister.

Judith stood silently, taking the moment in.  Her eyes moved from Burt to Janet and back again as her hand rested easily on her swollen stomach.  Taking a deep breath, a slight smile spread across her lips.  I believe in chess this is what is called "check",  she thought to herself.  Finally, after what seemed like forever, she began to speak.



 


TOMORROW

Will Judith tell all?




 


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