For Now and Forever
produced/written by G. Matthew Smith


EPISODE #129 (Thursday, 11/7/02)
Same Day
June, 1936 - Late Afternoon


"Dad, this sounds serious."  Reginald Callison continued to eye his father with apprehension.  "What announcement could be so big that it's going to affect everyone in the family?"

"Well, as I'm sure you know, today has been a day for new beginnings," Charles Callison began as he put his arm around his wife, Francis, and pulled her closer.  "Naturally, since you and Jillian got married, it's a new beginning for you; but it's also a new beginning for this entire family."

"I...I'm not sure we understand what you're trying to say."  Jillian Callison looked at her new husband, hoping to see some kind of understanding in his eyes, but when she saw none, she turned to look at her father-in-law with the same kind of confusion that Reginald had.  "I know that I wanted today to symbolize a new beginning for everyone -- a putting in the past of everything bad that's happened.  That's one of the reasons I wanted to include Stephanie and Patterson in the wedding.  In spite of the things she did to me and Reginald, she's done a lot of this family over the last few months and...well...if Paddy thinks she's changed...."

"That's actually part of what I'm trying to say," Charles continued.  "Reginald, your mother and I have had a difficult year, too, as you well know.  However,  we've managed to work through all of that and now I'm certain that our marriage is stronger than ever.  But..."

"Dear, do you really need to be so cryptic?"  Francis Callison laughed at the great air of mystery that her husband was trying to cast over his announcement.  "Why don't you just come right on out and say it."

"All right," he nodded with a smile.  "Reginald, Jillian, what I'm trying to say is...your mother and I are moving."


"Oh, it is so hot," Eliza Campbell sighed as she sat on a blanket along the edge of the lake and fanned herself.  "I can't believe it's this hot.  It's got to be at least 110 in the shade!"

"It's not that hot."  Randy Lamont shook his head and laughed as he pulled the sandwiches out of the picnic basket and set them down on the plates.  Eliza sure knew how to over-exaggerate things.  "I heard on the radio a little bit ago that it was only 95.  That's quite a ways away from 110."

"Well, that's hot enough!"  She leaned back on her elbows and looked out at the water.  "I don't think I can remember when I've seen the lake this low.  I hope it rains soon."

"From the sound of it, that's not going to happen for quite a while."  He paused and slowly filled a glass with water from his jug and handed it to her.  "Besides, it could be worse.  You haven't seen any dust clouds, lately, have you?"

"Well, no," she muttered, realizing that he had a point, "but still...."  Her voice trailed off as her mind started to wander to other things.  "You know, I wish we could have gone to that wedding today."  She paused and turned to eye him curiously.  "Why didn't you go?  After all, the Callisons are practically your family and...."

"They aren't my family," he interrupted flatly.  "They're Burt's family.  I don't have an ounce of Callison blood in my veins and I like it like that."  Randy's comments caused Eliza to be unusually quiet, startling him.  "You know, if you'd really wanted to go to the wedding, you could have.  Your dad's the chief of staff at the hospital and your family's quite important in its own right.  I don't know why you didn't get an invitation."

"I don't think my mom and Maggie's mom get along too well," Eliza sighed.  "Besides, I'm sure it would have been some stuffy, formal affair, anyway.  I'm having much more fun here, with you."

Eliza subtly scooted over next to Randy on the blanket and did her best to act coy.  "You know, I went and got my hair curled this morning."  She paused and made a face as she swatted away a fly.  "Not that you can really tell it now.  This heat has ruined it."  She paused again and looked at Randy, waiting for some kind of response or comment.  After several long minutes of silence, an annoyed Eliza made her comment again.  "Randy, I said I got my hair curled this morning.  Didn't you hear me?"

"Um...oh...what?"  He popped his head up and looked at her.  He'd clearly been lost in thought about something.  "It...looks nice, but I think I liked it better the other way."

"Sure you do," she grumbled to herself under her breath and then turned to gaze out at the lake again.  Silently, she cursed herself for having even brought up Maggie Callison's name.

However, it wasn't Maggie who had Randy so preoccupied, it was his brother Burt.  More accurately, it was Burt's relationship with the Callisons and their world.  No matter how much Burt tried to reassure him, Randy couldn't help but wonder how long it would be before Burt found himself totally involved in the Callisons' world and left everything Lamont behind -- Randy included.


"Moving?" Reginald gasped, clearly not expecting that this was the news that his father had to tell.  "But...but...what about the company?  What about the family?  You just can't...."

"Whoa, son, settle down," Charles laughed heartily.  "I think you're getting the wrong idea."

"But you just said that...."

"I said that we're moving.  I didn't say we were moving out of town.  We're still going to be here."

"But, Mr. Callison -- Dad -- what does this have to do with the reception?"  Jillian eyed him curiously, still not making the connection.

"Maybe I can explain it better," Francis spoke up, " since your father has already clearly put his foot in his mouth.  The reception is going to be at our new house.  Everyone's invited.  It's going to be a party to celebrate new beginnings."

"You've already moved?"  Reginald shook his head slightly, still in shock.  "But...but when did you have the time to move?  Everything was still where it was supposed to be at the house this morning and...."

"Your father and I bought all new furniture for the new house," Francis continued to explain, "and we had movers take care of all of our personal things during the ceremony.  We had to make sure that we had everything ready while we kept it a surprise."

"But...Dad, what you going to do about our house?  You can't sell it!"  Reginald's mouth continued to hang open, still in complete shock over the news.  "Grandfather built that house for our family.  He intended for it to stay in our family.  You can't just sell it!"

"Did I say anything about selling it?"  Charles grinned slyly as he watched his son, waiting for the light of realization to come on.  "Just because your mother and I won't still be living there, doesn't mean that it's not staying in the family.  My father wanted that house to be handed down from generation to generation and that's exactly what's going to...."

"Oh, my goodness," Jillian gasped softly as the picture that her father-in-law was trying to paint came into focus.  "You don't mean..."

"That's exactly what he means, honey," Francis smiled.  "Your father and I are moving out so that you can move in.  It's going to be your new home -- our wedding present to you."

"D-Dad, I...don't know what to say."  Reginald covered his mouth in shock as he finally understood what was happening.  "But...thank you."

"Son, your happiness is all the thanks we need."  Charles reached out and patted Reginald firmly on the shoulder.  "It's the very least we could do."

"Oh, Reginald," Jillian exclaimed with joy as she threw her arms around her husband.  "Our own home!  We've got our own home!"

"It looks like we do, doesn't it."

"Darling, this is definitely the happiest day of my entire life!"  And with those words, Jillian kissed her new husband tenderly, confident that it would be the first kiss of many during a long and happy marriage.


"Gee, Reginald and Jillian are acting like they just won a prize on one of those quiz shows," Stephanie Monroe quipped as she stood by her new husband's side and gazed at the other newlyweds.  "I wonder what they're so excited about."

"They just got married," Patterson Monroe reminded.  "Of course they're excited.  Aren't you excited that we just got married, too?"

"More excited than you'll ever know," she sighed dreamily as she turned to give him a tender kiss.

"Perfect!" Joyce Preston spoke up suddenly.  "Now, just hold that pose while I snap a picture for the album."

"Momma, put that camera away," Sara Manchester said as she hurried over to keep Joyce from intruding on what was clearly a romantic moment between the newlyweds.  "There's a professional photographer that Mr. Callison hired and he's taking plenty of pictures for everyone."

"Yes, I know that, dear, but it's not the same thing as simple photos for the family album."  Joyce held the camera tightly in her hands and smiled slyly.  "I know!  Sara, you and Dane stand next to Patterson and Stephanie and I'll get a picture of all four of you.  That would be perfect!"

"Don't forget Todd!" Patterson reminded as he hurriedly looked around for his younger brother.  "If this is going to be a family picture, Todd's got to be in it, too."  Seeing Todd a few feet away, Patterson lifted his hand to grab the little boy's attention.  "Todd!  Todd!  Come here!  We want to take some pictures."

"I don't want to take pictures," he said with a scowl.  "I hate pictures."

"Well, that's neither here nor there," Patterson reminded.  "I want you in this picture with us.  It's a family picture and you need to be in it."

"She's not part of my family."  Todd shot Stephanie an angry look.  "If it's a family picture, what's she doing in it?"

"Todd!" Patterson snapped as he tried to keep a tight reign on his temper.  "This is our wedding day.  You were in the wedding.  Stephanie's my wife, now, and that makes her part of this family.  She's like your sister."

"I don't want a sister!"

"Stephanie, I'm...I'm sorry," Patterson said softly as he turned to his new bride and attempted to smooth over his little brother's outburst.

"Looks like Todd's turning into a bright kid," Dane Manchester muttered dryly.  "I knew I always liked that boy."

"Dane!" Sara snapped angrily.  "You are not going to act like this on Patterson and Stephanie's wedding day."

"What?  What did I say?"  He shrugged his shoulders and looked around in mock confusion as he feigned ignorance over what had evoked his wife's anger.

"Todd, I said 'come here,'" Patterson said again, sterner than before.

"Okay," he grumbled, making little attempt to hide his disapproval.  "If I gotta, I gotta."

"Now, that's much better," Joyce smiled as she held up the camera and looked through the viewer as she tried to get everyone into frame.  "Now, Dane, you stand right there next to, over just a bit.  Yes!  Right there.  And, Stephanie, turn just a bit to your left.  That's it."  She paused and examined the potential picture closely.  "Todd, you stand right there in front of Patterson and Stephanie.  Yes, right....Todd!  Quit sticking out your tongue!"

"Todd, I've had just about enough of this!" Patterson snapped, barely containing his anger, as he knelt down in front of the boy.  "You know better than this.  Mother and Father taught you better than this.  I taught you better than this.  Why are you doing your dead level best to ruin this for me?"

"I'm not ruining anything," Todd began to sulk.  "Why does everything always gotta be my fault?"

"Todd, Paddy's not saying anything's your fault," Stephanie spoke up as she tried her best to maintain a soft and sweet tone.  "This is just a special day for the both of us, and he's a little anxious to make sure that everything's perfect."

Todd didn't say a word in response; he merely looked up at Stephanie and glared.  "Weddings and funerals, they're all the same," he mumbled.  "A bunch of people in fancy clothes at church talkin' about what an important day it is."

"Steph, honey, I'm sorry."  Patterson stood up and looked at her, almost pleading with her to understand.  "I just...don't know what gets into him, sometimes.  I...."

"Is someone misbehaving?" came a familiar voice from out of the crowd.

"'Raine!" Todd exclaimed, immediately recognizing the voice of Lorraine Davis, and ran into her arms.

"Ah, now that's my little man," she smiled broadly as she knelt down and hugged him tightly.

As Lorraine held a joyous Todd in her arms, Stephanie carefully watched every move.  Her face flushed a beet red and her jaw tightened.  Sticking her bottom lip out into a defiant pout, Stephanie thought about how typical it was for Lorraine to just show up and try to be the center of attention -- even on Stephanie's own wedding day.


Corinne Campbell sat at her desk in the corner of the living room and carefully jotted down various notes and ideas.  She was up to her ears in plans for the upcoming July 4th fundraiser for the hospital children's ward and she still had lots of things left to do.  However, she paused long enough to look up from her work towards her husband, Talbot, who sat in silence in his chair across the room, reading the afternoon edition of The Daily Post.  A quick glance at the clock made her realize that he hadn't spoken as much as three words in the last hour -- a fact that greatly annoyed her.

"Are you just going to sit there all day?" she asked in annoyance.  "I've been rattling off ideas all afternoon and you've barely said 'yea' or 'nay' about any of them."

"Whatever you want to do for the fundraiser is fine by me," he muttered absently, clearly engrossed in Reginald Callison's latest editorial concerning the upcoming presidential election.  "After all, you're the chairwoman of the ladies auxiliary."

"Yes, dear, but you're the hospital chief of staff," she reminded pointedly.  "I would think that you'd at least have some interest in our plans for the children's ward."  After several, long moments of silence, she set her pencil down, leaned back in her chair, and let out a long, loud sigh.  "What's so blasted interesting in that newspaper, anyway?"

"The Post is putting its support behind Roosevelt," he replied casually.  "They're predicting a landslide victory this November."

"What did you expect?  Of course the Callisons support Roosevelt, liberal Democrat that he is.  I think I'm going to vote for Alfred Landon."

"Landon?"  He peered over the edge of his paper and eyed her curiously.  "Honestly, Corinne, what the devil do you know about politics?"

"Enough to know that I don't like Roosevelt," she replied as she threw her shoulders back defiantly.  

Confident enough that she'd grabbed hold of his attention, she quickly went back to her talk about the upcoming fundraiser.  "Now, about the 4th of July....  I've talked with Jasper St. John and he assures me that there won't be a problem reserving The Grand Sunset Room.  I'm thinking about a red, white, and blue ball.  All the ladies can come dressed in red, white, or blue evening gowns, of course, and we can hand out flags and patriotic ribbons at the door.  The terrace has an excellent view of the fireworks over the river and...."

Realizing that he hadn't even made an attempt to interrupt her to give his opinion on her ideas, she looked up from her notes and eyed him carefully.  Seeing that he was, again, engrossed in the paper, she scowled angrily.

"You haven't even been listening to a word I've said!"

"It sounds lovely, dear," he muttered.

"I bet if Judith Linford were sitting here telling you her plans for the 4th of July, you'd be hanging on every word!"

"Oh, Corinne, you're being ridiculous.  I've been listening to everything that you've said.  You've just been rambling on so much that I couldn't have gotten a word in edge wise if I'd wanted to."

"But you didn't want to, did you?" she snapped angrily as she shot up out of her chair.  "No, you're too content to just sit there with your newspaper and pretend that I don't even exist!"

"Corinne, I think you're being a little irrational."  He neatly folded his newspaper and set it aside as he braced himself for what was to be a certain verbal attack.  "I've already told you that whatever you want to do with the fundraiser is fine with me.  The auxiliary is your pet project and I wouldn't dream of trying to impose my opinions on your plans."

"This has nothing to do with the Ladies' Auxiliary and you know it!"

"I don't have the slightest idea what you're talking about."

"You know good and well what I'm talking about!"  She stood facing him with her hands on her hips.  "This has everything to do with you and that...that Linford woman!"

"Corinne, if you think I'm going to sit her and listen to you tear into a tirade about your unfounded insecurities about whatever relationship I might have with Judith Linford -- and, incidentally, you have no idea what you're talking about -- you're very mistaken!"  He quickly rose from his seat and began to head for the door.

"Where are you going?" she demanded as she followed him.  "I'm not finished talking to you!"

"Well, I'm finished listening to you," he snapped.  "I've got some work to take care of at the hospital.  Don't hold dinner for me."

As the door slammed behind him, Corinne clinched her fists together tightly and fumed.  She didn't care what he said or how much he denied it, she was convinced that there was much more going on between her husband and Judith than he was trying to lead her to believe and she was determined to put a stop to it once and for all.


"Todd, I can't believe you're acting like this," Lorraine said softly as she looked directly into his eyes.  "I thought that we had a long talk about this."

"We did," he murmured as he looked away, unable to meet her concerned stare.

"What did I tell you about your brother and Stephanie?"

"You said that even though Paddy was getting married, he still loved me and that, because he loved Fanny, I should love her, too."  He looked down at the floor and shuffled his feet.

"That's exactly right," Lorraine nodded.  "But what do I find when I see you?  I see you not acting like a very nice little boy."

"I know," he muttered.  "But I don't like Fanny!  She's not very nice to me.  I like you, 'Raine.  Why couldn't you marry Paddy?"

"Todd, that'll be enough!" Stephanie spoke up as she stepped up behind him.  "Why do you have to be so disruptive?  This is your brother's wedding, for goodness sakes!  I'd think that you'd at least want to be on your best behavior to make him happy."

"Stephanie, I don't think you're handling this the right way," Lorraine said softly as she shot her a cautionary glance.

"Lorraine, I think I'm in a better position to correct Todd than you are!  After all, Paddy and I are married now, and...."

"I don't like you!" Todd screamed loudly, causing nearly every head in the room to turn in their direction.

An extremely embarrassed Stephanie's face turned a bright crimson.  How could Todd do this to her on her wedding day?  What couldn't he just accept her and Paddy's love for her.

"Todd, you stop that right this second!" Patterson said sternly and grabbed him by his arm.  "I thought I told you about this?  I asked you to be on your best behavior today and you promised me you would.  I'm very disappointed in you, young man."

"I-I'm sorry," Todd muttered as he stuck his lower lip out and began to pout again.

"Now, you're coming with me."  Patterson took him by the hand and began to lead him away.  "We're going to go and find Mrs. Oliver and you're going home right now.  I'm giving her strict instructions that you're not to listen to any radio tonight and you're going to bed without any dessert."


"I mean it!"

As Patterson and Todd disappeared into the crowd, Stephanie and Lorraine stood next to each other in awkward silence.

"I don't think you handled that well, at all," Lorraine finally said as she tried to use her most cordial tone.  "Todd is a very tender- hearted little boy.  Strong arm tactics only work with him as a last resort."

"I really don't think that this is any of your business."  Stephanie folded her arms across her chest and stared at Lorraine coldly.

Lorraine quickly opened her mouth to speak, but immediately caught herself.  Even though there were things that she wanted to say to Stephanie -- some advice to give -- she held her tongue.  Today wasn't the day.

"I need to go find Douglas," she finally said as she looked around for her husband in hopes of seeing him nearby.  "I just wanted to come over and offer my congratulations on your wedding and wish you the best of luck in your marriage."

As Lorraine walked away, Stephanie felt herself growing angrier and angrier.  How dare she offer up her insincere wishes!  No wonder Stephanie couldn't get close to Todd.  Ever time she tried, Lorraine was just waiting in the wings to take the spotlight and make Todd hate her even more.  Well, Stephanie wasn't going to stand for it.  If she had anything to say about it, Lorraine Davis was going to stay as far away from Patterson and Todd as possible.



A proposal.

For Now and Forever
produced/written by G. Matthew Smith

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