THE DAVIS HOME
- DOUGLAS & LORRAINE'S BEDROOM
can't get Reginald to say anything?"
Lorraine Davis asked her husband as
she raised her head from the needlepoint she was focusing on. "I just
can't believe that he would be so secretive about all of this."
"Well, I'm just as
shocked and confused," Douglas Davis nodded as he continued to review his
files while he adjusted a pillow behind his back. "You know as well
as I do that Reginald couldn't have killed Annabelle. Why he's
refusing to say anything in his defense is just beyond me."
"It sounds almost as
if..." Her voice stopped suddenly, interrupted by a horrible
cough. "As if Reginald wants everyone to think he's guilty."
almost looks that way." Douglas looked up from his papers and over to
his wife who was snuggled into bed next to him. "Are you feeling any
better? It seems like you've been sick for weeks."
"Oh, I'm fine," she
sighed, laying her needle point down to her side. "In fact, I feel
much better than I did a few days ago. This bug just seems to want to hang
around a little longer than I'd like for it to."
"Well, as long as you're
doing better." He smiled at her and reached over to take her hand
During the past few months,
Douglas and Lorraine's marriage, which had started under less than favorable
circumstances, had slowly begun to change and grow. No longer fighting the
hand that life had dealt them had relieved them of quite a bit of
pressure. Now, they were finally starting to relate to one another as
husband and wife instead of as two friends bound by an unborn child that neither
one of them had planned on. Consequently, both of them were beginning to
discover that much deeper feelings were starting to take root.
"I just can't believe
that in a few months, our baby will be born," Lorraine sighed as she rested
her hand on her swollen stomach and felt the rumblings of the child it
contained. "It still seems so incredible that we're going to be
"Trust me, I know exactly
what you mean." He smiled warmly at her and gently covered her hand
with his, feeling the movement of their child. Suddenly, the moment was
interrupted by the intrusive ring of the telephone. "Well, I guess
the phones are finally working again," he grumbled in annoyance and reached
over to pick up the receiver. "Hello?"
thank heavens, Mr. Davis!" Dr. Maynard said on the other end of the
line. "I just didn't think that these phones would ever be back to
What's...what's wrong?" Douglas sat up straight in bed and furrowed
his brow as he listened intently to the doctor's voice. "My mother? Is she okay?"
"Oh, Mr. Davis, I've been
trying to reach you all night." Dr. Maynard paused to take a deep
breath. "I'd hoped that your sister could have gotten to you in
what are you talking about? My sister has been sound asleep in her bed for
"Douglas, honey, what is
it?" Lorraine asked as she leaned over to him and strained to listen in on
the phone conversation.
"I...I'm not sure,"
he muttered in response as he covered the receiver with his hand.
"No, Mr. Davis, your
sister was here, at the hospital, just a few hours ago," Dr. Maynard
continued, drawing Douglas' full attention. "I'd been trying to reach
you and she just showed up. It was like...a miracle!"
"Lorraine, sweetheart, go
down to Grace's room and check on her."
She nodded her response and
carefully slipped out of bed and pulled on a robe before heading out into the
"Now, tell me what's so
urgent?" Douglas' thoughts returned to his mother. "Why have
you been trying to get in touch with us?"
"M-Mr. Davis, I'm...I'm
sorry to have to tell you this...." Dr. Maynard grew oddly
quiet. The silence frightened Douglas terribly.
"What? What is
"Mr. Davis, I'm afraid
that your mother took a turn for the worse this evening. That's why I was
trying to get in touch with you."
"Just let me...get
dressed and I'll be right there!" Douglas swiftly climbed out of bed
and began reaching for the clothes that were draped across the back of the chair
by the bed.
"Mr. Davis, there's...no
need to rush." Another unnerving silence. "It's too
late. I'd hoped that your sister could have reached you in time,
"Too late? Doctor,
what do you mean 'too late?'" A sense of dread washed over
Douglas. His mother couldn't be...
"Your mother passed away
about an hour ago. We did everything that we could. I'm so sorry,
Mr. Davis. I had really hoped that your sister could have reached you in
a-away?" A blank expression covered Douglas' face. His mother
was gone. There would be no more chances for a miracle recovery from the
tragic fog that had clouded her mind.
called out as she quickly came back into the bedroom. "Grace isn't in
her room. Her bed looks like it's been slept in, but there's no sign of
her. I checked downstairs to see if maybe she was getting some milk out of
the icebox, but she's nowhere in the house and...and..."
"Your car's gone."
"Oh, dear lord,"
Douglas muttered as he raked his hands through his hair.
"Mr. Davis," Dr.
Maynard continued on the other end of the line, "your sister left here to get you so that you could be with your mother at the end, but...that was
hours ago! She should have been there way before now. Oh, I should
never have...never have let her out on the roads in this weather."
"Dr. Maynard, this isn't
your fault. When my sister is determined to do something, her mind's made
up. I can't even talk her out of it." Douglas sank back onto the bed and let out a heavy sigh. "T-thank you for
getting in touch with us, Doctor. I'll...make arrangements for our mother
as soon as I can."
As a mixture of emotions began
to swirl inside him, Douglas hung up the phone and finished his climb out of
bed. Hurriedly, he reached for his clothes and began to frantically dress.
"Douglas, Douglas, what's
wrong?" Lorraine asked as she rushed to his side and gently put her hand
onto his shoulder.
I'm...so sorry." Although Lorraine had only gotten to meet Louise
Davis a few times and her mother-in-law was not exactly in the most lucid period
of her life, Lorraine had listened intently to numerous stories related to her
by her husband. Through these stories, Lorraine almost felt as if she had
truly known the woman during the better period of her life. Her heart
broke for, not only her husband's loss, but her own, as well.
"And not only that,"
Douglas continued, now dressed and reaching for his coat, "but Grace
somehow slipped out of the house and went to the hospital! Dr. Maynard
said that she left there hours ago and was headed back here to get me!
She should have been home by now!"
"Douglas, you don't
"I don't know," he
muttered as he shook his head, the thought of an accident in such horrible
weather frightened him. To not only lose his mother but his... He
shook his head again, the thoughts too tragic to acknowledge. "I
just...have to find her. If she's stuck along the side of the
Lorraine called out, stopping him as he prepared to race out the door. She
rushed to his side and took him into her arms before kissing him lovingly,
tenderly on the cheek. "Darling, be careful."
He silently nodded his
agreement and then took a deep breath before venturing out in search of his