produced/written by G. Matthew Smith

EPISODE #132 (Tuesday, 11/12/02) click here for a printable version of this episode
Same Day
June 1936 - Evening


Judith Stokes Linford63 Mapleton Way"What do you mean you remember?" Janet Stokes asked nervously as she struggled to keep her voice from shaking.  "Remember what?"

"I remember what happened!"  Judith Linford repeated coldly, her eyes still locked on her sister.

"But, I...I thought that you'd blocked everything from that night out of your memory."  Janet quickly looked from Judith to Burt and grew even more nervous when she saw how closely he was listening to Judith's every word.

"Oh, I did.  Losing my baby was the most traumatic...thing that I've ever gone through."  Judith's voice cracked slightly as she remembered the pain that was still etched in her heart.  "But I've been remembering.  Gradually, it's all been coming back to me."

"It has?" Burt Lamont asked with a mixture of shock and interest.  "Well, that's good!  Now, maybe you can finally put all of it in the past and move on."  He paused and eyed her with great interest.  "So, tell us.  Tell us exactly what happened that night.  How did it happen?  Why did you fall?"

"Why did I fall?"  She repeated his question in a voice laced with ice.  "Why don't you ask Janet.  After all, she was there."

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63 Mapleton Way"I think it's great that they moved all of the furniture out of the way so people could dance," Reginald Callison said as he carefully glided around the room with his new wife in his arms.  "This has truly been the most wonderful day of my life."

"Mine, too, darling," Jillian Callison sighed dreamily as she rested her head on his shoulder.  "This entire day has turned out better than I could ever have dreamed."  She paused and lifted her head so that she could look into his eyes with suspicion.  "You know, you still haven't told me where we're going on our honeymoon."

"I wanted it to be a surprise," he laughed.  "Let's just say that tonight we'll stay in the bridal suit of The Sunset Hotel and we board a plane for Chicago in the morning."

"We're honeymooning in Chicago?"

"No, silly," he chuckled.  "We have to get a connecting flight.  You know that the Albanyville Airport doesn't have direct flights to very many places other than Chicago.  It's just not that big of an airport."

"So...."  She lifted an eyebrow slyly.  "Where's this connecting flight to?"

"You'll find out in the morning."

"But I want to know now!"  She coyly fluttered her eyelashes at him and smiled.  "Isn't there anyway that I could convince you?"

"There are plenty of ways," he grinned.  "But nothing will convince me to tell you earlier than tomorrow morning."

"Oh, why do you have to be so stubborn?"

Reginald Callison"Me?"  He laughed heartily.  "You're a fine one to talk!"  The song ended and they stopped dancing so that they could politely applaud the orchestra that his father had hired before leaving the dance floor to get a drink.

"Just don't worry about it," he smiled as he lifted his hand to signal for the waiter to bring two glasses of champagne.  "I want this honeymoon to be perfect in every way.  I don't want you to think about anything other than how much we love one another, because when we get back, there's a lot of work to do to get you moved into the house and get everything set up."

"I just can't wait!" she exclaimed.  "Our own home.  I can't believe that your parents simply gave us the family home."

"I can.  My father has always done the family thing rather big."  He took a sip of his champagne.  "And since the house was built by my grandfather to be handed down, it really does make logical sense.  Now, when we get back, we've got to get you moved in and start interviewing housekeepers and...."

"Housekeepers?"  She cocked an eyebrow as she listened to him.  "Why do we need to hire a housekeeper?"

"To help you set up our home and help take care of our house," he explained as if it were the most logical thing in the world.  "Granted, it's not nearly as big as this house, but you're going to need some help."

"No, I'm not," she said flatly.  "If I'm going to be your wife, I'm going to take care of our home myself."

"Are you...sure you want to do that?"  He looked at her with much skepticism.  "I...I don't meant to doubt you, but...well...I don't think Manhattan society and finishing school had courses on cleaning house and cooking.  Maybe you need a little help just to get started -- to get the feel of things."

Jillian Stokes Callison"You sound like you think I can't do it!"

"Oh, I have no doubt that you can do anything that you put your mind to," he smiled as he took her into his arms and kissed her lovingly.  "But let's just not even think about that until after we get back from our honeymoon.  We've got all the time in the world."

"Which reminds me," she smiled slyly.  "Where are we going again?"

"Ah, ah, ah!"  He shook his finger in front of her nose to warn her that she was treading on dangerous ground.

"Well, I know we're not going to your family's cottage in Davenport.  Your father offered it to Paddy and Steph for their honeymoon."  She tapped her lower lip with her index finger as she thought about their possible destinations.

"You'll find out in the morning," Reginald reminded.  "Let's not think about it until then.  Right now, let's just enjoy this night."

"Oh, all right," she conceded as he again took her hand into his and led her back to the dance floor.


63 Mapleton Way"W-what?" Burt stammered and quickly looked at Janet.  "Honey, what's she talking about?  You weren't there when she fell."

"Of course, I wasn't," Janet lied anxiously.  "That's preposterous."

"No, it isn't!" Judith snapped.  "I remember!  I remember you there!"

"Judith, just calm down."  He grabbed her by the shoulders and forced her to look at him.  "Why don't you tell us exactly why you fell.  Did you trip?  Did you just pass out?  Why?"

"I...I don't remember that," she muttered softly and then looked away, afraid that he'd be able to see the pain in her eyes.  "I don't remember how.  But...I remember that she was there!"  She spun her head around and glared at Janet again.  "Tell me!  Tell me what happened!  Why are you keeping it a secret from me?"

"I'm not keeping anything from you!" Janet shouted.  "I wasn't there!  How would I know what happened?"  She quickly glanced at Burt in an attempt to see who he believed.

"You were there!  I...I remember seeing you!"

Janet Stokes"Maybe...maybe you just remember seeing me after you fell," Janet rationalized as she hurriedly tried to think of any number of reasons to discount her sister's memories.  "You've said yourself that entire night is hazy for you.  Maybe you're just confused.  You know that I'm the one that found you at the bottom of the stairs and called the ambulance.  You were...barely conscious for a moment before you completely passed out.  Maybe that's what you remember."

"Now, wait a second," Burt interrupted as he threw up his hands between the sisters, "Janet, why don't you tell us everything you remember from that night and maybe it'll help Judith sort out what she's starting to remember."  He stopped and took a deep breath.  "First of all, where were you when she fell?"

"I told you," she started to explain, silently praying that he'd believe what she was saying, "I was in my room working on some sketches.  I...heard Judith scream -- it must have been during the fall -- and I immediately went to see what was wrong.  I found her at the bottom of the stairs, barely conscious.  She passed out and I called the ambulance.  She must have seen me right before she passed out.  That's what she's remembering, except it's all still so fuzzy in her mind that she's not getting everything straight."

"Judith, could it be that Janet's right about what you're remembering?"  Burt's eyes almost pleaded with her to agree in hope that he might force her to put this foolish nonsense aside.

"It...could be," Judith muttered, unable to look at him.  "But...I know what I saw!  I saw her!"

"After you fell!"  Janet was trying hard not to grow angry.  Why couldn't Judith just accept what she was telling her?  Why did she have to try and stir up trouble?

"Maybe...maybe Janet's right," Judith muttered.  "Maybe I am...a little confused."

Burt Lamont"See.  Doesn't it all make logical sense?"  Burt moved to Janet's side and put his arm around her as if to protect her from her sister's wild accusations.

"I suppose it does."

"Good," Burt sighed and then turned to speak softly to Janet.  "Look, she's still clearly upset and...well...I don't feel right about leaving her like this.  I'm gonna go find your mother so she can stay with Judith and then we can have the rest of the night for each other.  Is that okay?"

"Oh, Burt, that's more than okay," Janet sighed, but then quickly glanced in Judith's direction.

As Burt hurried away in search of their mother, Judith and Janet stood in awkward silence.  Finally, once he was clearly out of earshot, Judith spoke.

Judith Stokes Linford"You were there!"

"I thought we settled this," Janet said through clinched teeth.  "I was in my room.  What you're remembering is from after the fall."

"Why are you trying so hard to convince me that I'm wrong?"  Judith eyed her suspiciously.  "What are you hiding from me?"

"I'm not hiding anything!" Janet protested.  "We're trying to convince you that you're wrong because you are wrong!  I was not there!"

"You're lying," Judith hissed, "and I'm going to find out why.  I don't care what I have to do, I'm going to force myself to remember every little detail about that night and if I find out that anything you've told me is a lie, I'll make you wish that Daddy never had you released from that nut house!"