THE LAMONT HOME - LIVING ROOM

2312 Spring Lake Rd., Albanyville, ILBurt Lamont sat in the darkened living room staring at the photograph of his mother that sat on the side table across the room.  He leaned forward and rested his chin on his hands as he thought about the woman who had given him life...the woman who had meant more to him than almost anyone else in the world.

"I...I can't believe she's gone," Randy Lamont spoke up, his voice just above a reverent whisper as he stood in the doorway to the kitchen.  "I...I j-just can't believe it."

"Neither can I," Burt muttered as he tried to keep his voice from shaking.  "I really thought she was doing better.  Her...her spells weren't coming quite as often."

Randy leaned back against the doorframe and banged his head in frustration.  As his eyes began to mist over, he clinched his teeth tightly in hopes of holding back the mournful cries that wanted to break free.

Randy Lamont"H-how are we going to survive this?" Randy asked in despair.  "How?  She...she was what held us together."

"I know, Randy.  I know."  

Burt slowly rose from his seat, walked over to the picture of his mother, and took it into his hands.  As he gazed down at her face, he gently, reverently ran his fingers along the outline of her chin.  He could almost feel the softness of her cheek and the tickle of her hair as she gave him a hug.  He could almost smell the faint scent of her perfume.  He could almost hear her clanging pots and pans in the kitchen as she worked to fix supper.  Almost.

"It...it really was a nice service," Randy spoke up, commenting on their mother's funeral from just days before.  "I think the preacher did a good job.  I just wish...I just wish more people would have shown up.  But, I guess she really didn't know a lot of people here in Albanyville."  Still trying to hold back his emotions, Randy swallowed hard as his bottom lip began to quiver.

"You see, I was...was born and raised here in...Albanyville."

Burt's jaw tightened as his mother's words began to echo in his ears.

"I...I had hoped that Pa would've come," Randy continued, unaware of the thoughts that were running through his brother's mind.  "But, I...I guess he doesn't know.  W-we haven't seen him in so long.  It would've been nice if he could've have been here...for Ma."

"What do you mean by my real father?  Pa is my real father."

"N-no, Burton...no he's...not."

"U-um, yes," Burt said with a weary sigh.  "Yes, that...would have been nice."

"Oh, Burt," Randy sobbed, unable to hold back his pain.  "I...I miss Ma.  I miss...Pa.  I wish...I wish we could be a f-family like we used to be.  Like...before."

Burt Lamont"I know, Randy, I know."  Burt sat the picture back in its spot on the table and walked over to his brother, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him close.  "It's going to be okay.  Everything's going to be fine."

"N-no, it's not."

"She's...she's just gone to a better place."  Although he was holding Randy to give him strength and support, Burt found himself holding onto him for dear life.  "She's gone to a place where there's no pain.  A place where she doesn't have a care in the world.  A place where she can be happy forever."

"Finally, w-we'll be together.  Finally, Landon, I'm home."

As Burt held his younger brother in his arms, he thought about his mother's last words and her shocking revelation.  Burt was a Callison!  Randy was only his half-brother.  Of course, Burt realized that none of that changed how he felt about Randy.  However, he worried what the news would do to him.  They'd been abandoned by their father...well, Randy's father...and now they'd lost their mother.  Burt knew that he had to tell Randy the truth, but how?  How could he tell him something that would forever change his life?  It had changed Burt's, and now he wasn't sure what to do.


THE DAVIS HOME - LIVING ROOM

23 Green St., Albanyville, IL"Lorraine?" Douglas asked with worry as he looked at her.  "Are you okay?  Did I do something wrong?"

"Douglas, how can you act like we have this little storybook life?" she asked as she stared at him intently.  "We have nothing like that!"  Letting out a deep sob, she quickly turned away from him in hopes of hiding the tears that were about to pour from her eyes.

"Honey, I'm not pretending anything!"  He quickly walked up behind her and reached out for her.  However, at the first touch of his hand on her shoulder, she pulled herself away.  "Please, Lorraine, please let me hold you.  Please let me try to help you through this."

"No!" she cried an anguish.  "We are not some fairytale romance!  We did not meet and fall in love and decide to spend the rest of our lives together because we couldn't stand to be without each other!  You married me because you had to!"

"N-no, Lorraine, that's not it at all!"  Douglas took a deep breath as he tried to think of a way to reason with her.  True, they had only married for the sake of their unborn child, but that was no reason for them not to find happiness together.  Did the circumstances surrounding their marriage mean that they had to be miserable for the rest of their lives?

"Yes, it is!"  She began to feel her hands shake as the stress of their entire situation began to get to her.  "You know that if I weren't having your baby, we wouldn't be here right now.  I would not be in this house and you would not be my husband."

Douglas Davis"But, I am your husband."  He started to reach out for her again, but reconsidered and quickly pulled his hand away.  "Lorraine, if we're actually going to make this marriage work, we have to work together.  I...I don't understand what's happening to us.  Why are you so distant from me, now?"

"W-why?"

"Honey, we've always been close.  We've always been friends.  I can remember when we used to talk to each other about everything.  Why can't we be that close now?"

"Because we're married!  We aren't just friends, anymore, Douglas!  I am your wife and I'm having your baby.  Things are so utterly different now!"  Overcome with emotion, Lorraine threw herself onto the sofa and buried her face in her hands as she continued to cry.

"Lorraine, you...you're getting yourself all upset."  He watched her cautiously as he remembered Dr. Jackson's warnings.  Undue stress could cause severe complications for both her and their baby.  "You've got to calm down for the baby's sake!"

"Oh, yes!  For the baby's sake!"  She felt her face flush as she found herself growing more and more hysterical.  "Everything has to be for the baby's sake!  Our marriage is for the baby's sake!  What about me?  What's for my sake?  What?"

Douglas, unable to hold himself back any longer, rushed to her side and pulled her into his arms.  With clinched fists, she began to pound on his shoulders, but he refused to let go.  After several moments of struggling, Lorraine finally gave in and buried her face in his chest as she sobbed.

Lorraine Davis"O-oh, Douglas, t-this is all just a huge mistake!  This is never going to work out."

"Please, Lorraine," he said softly as he stroked her hair in an attempt to settle her down.  "Please give this...us...a chance.  Please give me a chance to be a husband to you.  I...I want to be a husband to you."

"You just want to be a father to this baby!"

"No!  Not just that!"  He held her tightly in his arms and slowly began to rock her back in forth.  "I...I..."

"W-what?" she asked as she began to find herself settling down in the security of his arms.

"Just give me a chance."

Lorraine pulled away from him and looked deeply into his eyes.  Did he mean it?  Did he really want to be a husband to her?  Could they truly have a real marriage?


THE LAMONT HOME - LIVING ROOM

2312 Spring Lake Rd., Albanyville, IL"So...um, have you heard anything about Janet?" Randy asked as he pulled himself out of his brother's arms and quickly dried his eyes.  He was more than a little embarrassed by his display of emotions.

"Actually, no."  Yet another crisis that Burt was finding himself forced to deal with.  

First, he'd learned that the woman he loves had been hiding her true identity from him in fear of him learning about her scandalous past, then she ran away when she discovered his own torrid history with her own sister.  This, compounded by the death of his mother and her shocking news that his father was actually Landon Callison, had sent Burt's world into a tailspin.  It was all just too much...too much happening all at once.

Randy Lamont"I...I know she'll turn up."  Randy was trying so hard to be of some kind of support for Burt.  However, he realized that what Burt really needed was their mother alive and the woman he loved back home, safe and sound.

"I hope so."  Burt's expression turned solemn as he thought about all of the heartache that had happened over the past weeks.  Too much heartache.

"The Callison family sure sent a nice spray of flowers."  Randy was making a feeble attempt at changing the conversation to something a little lighter, but his mention of the Callisons only reminded Burt of his true parentage...the secret that their mother had kept hidden for so long.  "They sure must think a lot of the people that work for them to have spent so much money."

"Yeah, the sure think a lot of us," Burt grumbled.  They thought enough not to even show up for the funeral...not one of them!  That made him very angry.  After everything that family had done to his mother, the least they could have done was show up for the funeral and pay their respects.  He paused for a moment and took a deep breath.  That family...his family.  He was a Callison.  He was one of them.

"B-Burt, are you okay?" Randy asked as he noted the tortured expression on his brother's face.  "Is...is something else going on?"

Burt Lamont"No."  Without another word, he turned and quickly walked up the stairs leaving Randy both confused and worried.  Moments later, Burt came back down with his jacket on and headed for the door.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going out," Burt muttered.  "There's something I have to take care of."

"Does it have to do with Ma?"

"It has everything to do with Ma."  As Burt stepped out into the crisp autumn air, his mother's dying request rang in his ears once more...

"P-promise me t-that you'll finally g-get w-what's yours.  M-make them...make them give y-you your birthright."



 


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