produced/written by G. Matthew Smith

EPISODE #125 (Sunday, 6/30/02) click here for a printable version of this episode
Same Day
March, 1936 - Early Evening


76 Mapleton WayJudith Stokes Linford"We're married Judith," Mark Linford reminded her before taking a sip of his drink.  "What's mine is yours and, more importantly, what's yours is mine."  He swirled his  martini around in his glass and listened as the ice cubes clinked against one another.  "If the judge does grant this divorce, I'm going to receive quite a hefty chunk of your inheritance."  He paused and eyed her sternly.  "Is it really worth you losing all of that money---your daddy's money---just to end this marriage?"

"Actually, yes, it is," Judith Linford replied matter-of-factly.  "However, you're not getting a dime out of me!  Do you hear me?  Not. A. Dime."  She paused and smiled broadly before turning on her heel and walking quickly towards the foyer.  "Because I have one thing that you don't have.  I have one thing that will convince the judge to grant this divorce and leave you with nothing!"

Mark shook his head again and rolled his eyes in response to Judith's dramatics.  "And what might that be?"

"Proof," she turned and grinned slyly.  "You can come in here, now!"

"W-what?" he asked in confusion.  "There's...someone else here?"

Then, at that moment, Mark received the shock of his life as a more than familiar figure stepped into the living room from the foyer.  That person was Helen Van Dyne.

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23 Green St."Oh, my lord," Lorraine Davis gasped as she shook her head in shock.  Her sister-in-law Grace Davis had just delivered a stunning piece of news that had completely taken Lorraine's breath.  "Honey, are you sure?  How...could this have happened?  I just don't...."

"I...know," Grace muttered with tears in her eyes, her head hung in remorse and embarrassment.  "I didn't want it to happen.  I didn't...even suspect that...."

"Well, that doesn't matter, now, does it?"

"No, but..."

"But now we have to figure out what we're going to do."  Lorraine rose from her seat on the edge of the bed and began to slowly pace around the room as she tapped her lower lip and thought.  "This is going to kill your brother.  He...he's always had so many hopes and dreams for you and..."

"I...I know."  Grace paused and inhaled deeply as she tried to fight back the sobs that wanted to break free.  "We...don't have to tell him, do we?  I mean...well...he's been through so much as it is with Momma and her death and you and...M-Mikey."

Lorraine Davis"Dear, we have to tell him," Lorraine said firmly, yet compassionately, as she again sat down next to Grace and took her hand.  "There's no way to avoid it.  You can't hide this forever.  He has to know.  And then...maybe we can figure out what we're going to do."

"You keep saying 'we.'"  Grace looked up at Lorraine and shook her head, not understanding the choice of her sister-in-law's words.  "We have nothing to do with this!  This is my problem and this is...."

"Oh, really?"  Lorraine eyed her sternly.  "So, tell me, since this is your problem, what do you plan on doing about it?"

"I...I...."  Grace looked away again, unable to meet Lorraine's eyes.  "I don't know."

"Honey, I've already told you.  We're a family.  What effects one of us effects all of us.  You do not have to go through this alone!"

"T-thank you."

"Now, we have to figure out what we're going to do."  Lorraine looked at Grace closely and saw the far off look in her eyes.  "What is it?  What are you thinking about?"

Grace Davis"Trevor," Grace replied softly.  "This is...going to hurt him.  Oh, Lorraine, how can I hurt him like this?  How could I have been so...."

"Well, it's a little too late to start thinking about that now," Lorraine interrupted, more crisply than she'd intended to sound.  Realizing her tone, she pulled back momentarily and inhaled deeply.  "But...I guess I'm really not in a position to pass judgment, am I?  Yes, this is going to hurt him.  I can't deny that, but we can't think about that now.  What's done is done and we have to move forward.  There's no changing the past.  Now, we just have to find a way to...."

The light sound of knocking at the bedroom door intruded on their conversation.

"Yes?" Lorraine spoke up calmly, attempting to mask the worry and concern in her voice.  She motioned for Grace to compose herself and then slowly rose from her seat to open the door.  However, before she could reach it, it swung open, revealing Lorraine's mother on the other side.

"Girls, I just...came up to tell you that dinner was ready," Edwina Blake said softly and then stepped into the room, closing the door behind her.  She paused for a moment as her eyes moved from Lorraine to Grace and then took a deep breath.  "I...wasn't meaning to eavesdrop, but...well...these doors aren't that thick and...."

"You overheard, didn't you?"  Lorraine nodded, realizing that yet another person was now aware of Grace's secret.

Edwina Blake"Yes," Edwina sighed and walked over to Grace, taking her hand.  "Honey, I'm sorry.  I never...suspected that this is what was wrong, but...well...maybe I can help."

"Help?"  Lorraine looked up at her mother and furrowed her brow, unsure of how she could be of assistance.  "How?"

"Well," Edwina began, "I think I know of a solution to this...problem.  Granted, it's not going to be an easy one, but, then again, most good solutions aren't.  It's the right thing to do if you're not going to...."

"Go on," Grace spoke up, interested in what Edwina had to say.

"But, if we're going to do this, we have to do it as soon as possible can't keep this a secret, anymore."  Edwina kept Grace's hand firmly in hers and sat down next to her on the bed.  "But, first of all, we have to tell Douglas.  He has to know what's going on."

"I...I can't," Grace sobbed.  "I can't...bear to see him so disappointed in me.  I can't...tell Trevor that..."

"Grace, dear, I'm going to be brutally honest," Edwina said firmly.  "At this point, you don't have a choice.  You have to consider what's best for you have to make a decision before it's too late.  I'm sure that you're going to agree with me that this is what's best and I'm sure that Douglas is going to realize that, too.  In any event, you have to tell Douglas tonight."


43 Landings Ct."Gee, it's so quiet," Stephanie Lake laughed as she stood in the middle of the room and strained to listen at the silence.  "So, where are Todd and Mrs. Oliver?"

"She took him out to the movies and then a sundae," Patterson Monroe replied.  "Seems that Todd is quite the little fan of Shirley Temple."

"Easy to see why," she grinned as she carefully walked around the room.  Suddenly, her heart began to flutter with the realization that they were all alone.  Of course, it wasn't like they'd never been alone together before, but this time seemed to be different.  There was so much more that hung in the air between them.  So much that was good and warm and tender.  "Well...I guess that we better go if we're going to make it out for dinner."

"Who said we were going out for dinner?" he smiled with sly amusement.

"Paddy, you asked me over here for dinner, remember?"  She eyed him curiously, not able to believe that he'd forgotten.  Just then, a look of worried surprise appeared on her face.  "Oh...don't tell me that...."

"We're having dinner right here," he explained as he took her by the hand and led her towards the dining room, "just the two of us.  No restaurants for us, tonight.  I wanted to be alone with you."

"You didn't..."

"Cook?" he laughed.  "Not on your life!  I want this dinner to at least be edible.  Mrs. Oliver started dinner before she left and I just finished it up."

"How much finishing did you do?"  She eyed him suspiciously, clearly remembering the last attempt at cooking he'd made.  To say that it was less than edible would have been an understatement.

"Don't worry," he chuckled.  "All I did was take the pots off the stove and put everything into bowls.  Mrs. Oliver did all of the major work."

"Oh, thank god," she sighed in relief.  "Honestly, Paddy, you're going to be the first doctor in history who'll need directions on how to boil water!"

"Stephanie, I'm not that bad!"

"No, you're not," she smiled warmly.  "Not bad at all.  Actually, you're rather...good."

Stephanie LakeAs she stepped into the dining room, she immediately saw the lavish table adorned with a fine linen table cloth and set with crisp china, brightly polished silver, and sparkling crystal.  In the center of the table were two, tall candles that Patterson began to light.  As the flames of the candles rose in the air, they cast a soft, dreamy light on the room which intensified when he lowered the lights.

"You...went to a lot of trouble," Stephanie stammered, taken a little aback by the lavish display.  "Or, rather, Mrs. Olivier did."

"True, she cooked dinner," he said as he held out her chair for her, "but the work on the table was all my doing.  I wanted tonight to be special.  Just the two of us."

Stephanie eyed him curiously.  There was something different about him---a change in his voice, a subtle, yet striking, expression on his face.  He was clearly up to something, but she wasn't sure what it could be.  However, thinking of the various possibilities was beginning to make her heart race.

"I can't believe that you actually got Mrs. Oliver to go along with this," she commented as she draped the fine linen napkin over her lap.  "She doesn't me or approve of our...relationship."

"Oh, she just hasn't had a chance to really get to know you."  Patterson reached across the table and took her hand.  "Not like I do."

"I think she knows me about as well as she'd like to," Stephanie sighed.  "She really doesn't like me."

Patterson Monroe"Honey, I don't care who likes you are not."  He rose from his seat slightly and leaned across the table to place his index finger under her chin and lifted her head so that their eyes met.  "The only thing that matters to me is that I like you.  And I do like you, Stephanie.  More than that, actually."

"So...."  Her voice trailed off as she turned her head to hide the redness in her cheeks caused by his comments.  "So, why the big production tonight?  Why did you go to all the trouble of preparing this lavish dinner instead of going out?"

"I wanted to be alone with you.  I wanted this to be a special night."

"Oh, Paddy, any night that I'm with you is a special night."

The statement brought a warm glow to his face as he returned to his chair, keeping his eyes focused on her the entire time.  "Well, then, I wanted it to be more than special.  I wanted it to be perfect."

"You're sounding rather serious."  She looked up at him again and took a deep breath.  There was clearly something on his mind, but she didn't have the slightest idea what it could be.

"I'm very serious."  He paused and picked up the crystal goblet that sat beside his plate so that he could take a sip of wine.  "Stephanie, ever since you disappeared, I've thought about nothing but you.  Not knowing whether I'd ever see you again made me face some very difficult truths that I'd been avoiding for a long time."

"I...know what you mean."

"It made me realize a lot of things and it forced me to come to a very clear decision about the direction of my life."  Patterson clasped his hands tightly together in his lap in an attempt to keep them shaking from nervousness.  "Because of those decisions, there's something that I want---no, need---to say to you.  That's why...."

Stephanie eyed him intently and tried to speak, but discovered that she couldn't make a sound.  Her own voice had become lodged in her throat and all she could do was simply gaze into his eyes.  What decisions had he made about his life?  What important thing did he have to say?  She wasn't sure, but the anticipation made her heart race even faster.