produced/written by G. Matthew Smith



EPISODE #104 (Thursday, 3/28/02) click here for a printable version of this episode
Same Day
February, 1936 - Early Evening


THE DAVIS HOME - LIVING ROOM

Grace Davis23 Green St. "Darling, what's wrong?  Why do you...seem so uncomfortable around me?" A concerned and worried Trevor Callison asked.

"I'm not...uncomfortable."  Grace Davis wrapped her arms around herself and hugged herself tightly.  "I'm just...just upset about my mother and I...want to be left alone to deal with it in my own...my own way."

"I think that there's more to it than that," Trevor sighed as he keep his eyes firmly focused on her.  He paused and bit his lip as he tried to find the right words to voice his true worries and suspicions.  "Grace, does any of this have anything to do with Dane?"

"What?" Grace gasped in shock and confusion as she spun around to finally face him.  "What do you mean?  What would Dane have to do with any of this?  This is about my mother!"

"I don't think so," he responded bluntly and then paused to take a deep breath.  "Grace, I know all about the snow storm.  I know all about how you wrecked Douglas' car and got stuck with Dane.  That's what this is all really about, isn't it?"

Grace's jaw dropped and she felt herself gasp for air.  Trevor knew!  He knew everything about what happened between her and Dane that night!  As she felt her heart began to race, she immediately grew frightened.  How would she be able to explain what happened?  How could she make Trevor understand?


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THE CALLISON HOME - LIVING ROOM

2210 Elmwood Lane"Darling, are you all right?" Charles Callison asked his wife softly as they sat next to one another on the sofa.  "How are you holding up?"

"How do you think I'm holding up?" Francis Callison responded.  "I've been arrested and charged with murder and my own son seems to think that I'm guilty!"

"No, he doesn't," Charles insisted with a shake of his head.  "He's just...playing devil's advocate.  He's throwing out wild suppositions about what a jury might think."  Of course, he wasn't entirely sure that that's what Reginald was doing, but it sounded good.

"I...I don't know," she muttered and carefully rested her head in her hand, the weight of the entire situation bearing down upon her.  "I just...I just don't know what's going on anymore."

"Here, come with me," he said and rose from his seat before taking his wife by the hand.

"W-where are we going?"  She looked at him curiously.

"You need to get some fresh air.  It will do you some good."  He paused and glanced over across the room at his son Reginald who was seated next to his fiancée Jillian Stokes while they talked with attorney Douglas Davis.  "Let's leave them alone to go over what Reginald saw---or rather thought he saw---that night."

"O-okay," Francis stammered as she rose to her feat and followed Charles to the door.

Charles Callison"Your mother and I are stepping outside for some air," Charles called out to Reginald as he took their coats from the closet in the foyer.  "We'll be back in a few minutes."

Without saying a word, Charles led her out the front door and onto the porch.  Although they both had on their thick winter coats, they didn't really need them.  It was an uncharacteristically warm late-February evening.  As he pulled out a cigarette and prepared to light it, he leaned against one of the columns and watched Francis carefully.  There, in the moonlight, time seemed to have rolled back and she looked just like she had when they'd first married.  In that moment, just like the moment from his memory, he was taken by her soft, gentle beauty.

"Y-you're staring," she muttered awkwardly with sort of a half-grin.

"I'm...sorry," he blushed.  "I was just...thinking about how you looked when we first married."

"Oh, that was ages ago," she laughed.  "We were both so much younger then."

"You look exactly the same to me."

Francis smiled at the comment and then inhaled deeply, taking in the refreshing crispness of the evening air.

"Who would ever have thought that we would have wound up like this," she sighed and then hung her head.  "I know I didn't."

"Darling, lets not talk about that now," he replied and then lifted his hand to gently caress her cheek.  "You don't know how much I want to just forget all of that ever happened.  I...I've made so many mistakes."

"We both have," she nodded, "but how can we forget?  How can we forget about Annabelle and everything that's happened over the past year when she's still haunting us from her grave?  Charles, I'm accused of her murder!"

"I...know that, dear."  He paused and took a deep breath.

Francis Callison"And...and my own son thinks that I'm guilty!"  She hesitated and then looked up into Charles' eyes.  "He does believe that, doesn't he?  He's not just making up hypothetical assumptions for some imaginary jury?"

"I...don't know what's going through that head of his," Charles confessed.  "How he can even for a moment consider that you might have done this is beyond me."

"Charles, if my own son can't be convinced of my innocence, how am I supposed to believe that a jury won't be?"

"Darling, we'll get through this," he muttered softly as he took her into his arms.  "Once all of this is over, our lives are finally going to get back to normal."

"Normal?" Francis looked up at him curiously.  "I don't even think I know what normal is anymore.  Normal used to mean you and me in this house with our children and..."

"We can have all of that back."  He looked down lovingly into her eyes.  "We can overcome everything that's been thrown in our way."

"How, Charles?  How?"

"Because we love one another," he said tenderly.  "No matter what's happened---no matter what horrible things that we've had to go through---I've always loved you and you've always loved me.  That's the only thing that truly matters."

"Oh, Charles," Francis sighed, "I...don't know if that's enough anymore."

"Darling, it's always enough," he nodded and then pulled her deeper into his arms and held her tightly.  

As he looked down into her eyes, he could see the apprehension that she felt.  He could also see the love for him that had never gone away no matter what mistakes he'd made.  Caught up in the moment, he pressed his lips tenderly to hers and kissed her deeply.  Although at first startled by the passionate display, Francis didn't resist and quickly found herself returning his kisses with just as much love as they were given.


THE STOKES MANSION - LIVING ROOM

76 Mapleton Way"Hello, Leticia," Nelson Stokes spoke softly, yet firmly, as he stepped from the foyer into the living room.  "I hope you don't mind.  The door was open so I let myself in."

"You really shouldn't have done that, Nelson.  What do you want?" Leticia Stokes asked coolly as she glanced up from the novel she'd been reading.  "I think that I've said everything to you that I need to say."

"Well, I..."  He glanced down at the floor to avoid her penetrating gaze.  "I'd hoped that after the wedding, we could have come to some kind of understanding."  He paused and looked up at her again and took a deep breath.  "I'm willing to meet you half way.  I'm willing to make certain...concessions.  I'd hoped that my being at the wedding might have been a step in the right direction."

"Oh, Nelson," she sighed with a shake of her head as she rose from the sofa and walked over to him.  "You...you don't know how much it meant to me to see you at the church.  You don't know how much it meant to Jillian.  She so wanted to see you there on her wedding day."

"I know," he nodded.  "That's why I was there.  I had to be there and see my little girl get married."  He paused as a slight gleam filled his eyes.  "Of course, good fortune smiled on our family that day and she didn't marry that boy after all."

Leticia Stokes"Nelson!"

"Well, it's true!  You don't know how grateful I am that the police showed up and put a stop to that travesty of a wedding.  They kept her from making the biggest mistake of her life.  Now she's got the time to reevaluate exactly what kind of family she's getting involved with.  I know that she's going to realize that I'm right about this."

"You haven't changed," Leticia spat angrily.  "You haven't changed, at all!  You come here with your solemn and genteel demeanor and try to convince me that you're willing to put aside your own opinions in hopes of convincing me that things have changed?  I can't believe that I almost believed you!"

"But, I am willing to work things out!" he insisted firmly.  "I know we can.  We can have everything back just the way they were before and..."

"I don't want things the way they were before!"  Leticia's jaw tightened as she folded her arms defiantly across her chest.  "Don't you understand that the way things were before is the exact reason I left?  Are you so wrapped up in your own over-glorified opinions and sense of superiority that you can't see that?"

"Darling, the Callison family is not a family that any of our daughters should get involved with!"   He began pacing angrily around the room.  "He cheated on her with that horrible Lake girl and broke Jillian's heart and then his father ran around on his mother with that girl's mother!  And now?  His mother is charged with murder!"

"Nelson, you know it's not as cut and dried as that."  She reached out and grabbed his arm in hopes of getting him to listen to reason.  "I don't believe for a minute that Francis Callison is guilty and soon the police are going to prove that!"

He paused and glared at her.  "I will not allow Jillian to marry a Callison nor will I let Janet continue to take up with that half-breed Callison!  Burt Lamont is so far below Janet that the entire idea of them together is ludicrous.  Of course, considering her less than stellar judgment in men, I guess I shouldn't be surprised.  Why couldn't they be like Judith?  Why couldn't they find nice, upstanding young men like Mark?  Jillian had a perfect man with that Manchester boy, but she just threw him away.  That's who she should be marrying!"

"Dane Manchester is already married!"

Nelson Stokes"Only because Jillian is too blind to see what's best for her," Nelson grumbled.

"I'm not having this discussion with you again," Leticia muttered with a wave of her hand and a shake of her head as she prepared to walk past him.  "I have plans this evening and I need to finish getting ready."

"Plans?"  He cocked an eyebrow and looked at her curiously.  "What kind of...plans?"

"Not that it's any of your business, but I have a date!" she announced bluntly.  "A date that you're keeping me from."

"Um...well..." he stammered as his expression began to soften.  "I'm sure an evening out with the girls will be a nice thing to take your mind off of Jillian's disastrous wedding.  So, what do you have planned?  A game of bridge?  An evening at the theatre?"

"It's not a night with the girls," Leticia sighed with disbelief of his shortsightedness.  "I have an evening planned with a man."

"A...what?" Nelson's jaw dropped with shock and he stared at her blankly as if he were certain that he hadn't heard her correctly.  "What kind of foolishness are you involved in, now?"

"I don't think I was very vague.  I meant exactly what I said." She responded coldly.  "I have a date with a very nice gentleman---a gentleman that knows how to treat a woman and treats me with more kindness and respect than you ever thought about treating me!"

"I can't believe I'm hearing this," he spat incredulously.  "Leticia, you are still my wife and you are always going to be my wife.  I demand that you give up this adulterous foolishness this instant!"

"You demand?  You demand?" Leticia spat.  "You've been demanding of me for decades!  Well, your days of demanding anything from me are over!"  She paused and took several long, deep breaths to calm herself just as the delicate chimes of the doorbell began to fill the house.  "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to answer the door!"

"Oh, now you're even doing the maid's job, I see!"

"I gave Ruby the night off," she replied as she stormed through the foyer and to the door.  As she flung it open, her expression soften slightly from the sight of Dr. Fred Rutherford on the other side.

"I...I'm not late, am I?" Fred asked as he looked at Leticia curiously, immediately sensing her tension.  "If I am, I'm sorry.  I got tied up at the hospital and..."

"No, you're not late," she sighed.  "I am.  I still...have to finish getting ready.  Let me just...go upstairs and I'll..."

"Ah, now I see," Nelson spoke up as he casually strolled into the foyer.  "You've been running around with this...this quack!"

Dr. Fred Rutherford"I understand, now," Fred muttered to Leticia as he pulled her closer to his side.  "Hello, Mr. Stokes.  I hadn't expected to see you again so soon."

"I bet you didn't!"

"And, as I'm sure you've gathered, this beautiful lady and I have plans for this evening."  Fred glanced over at her and smiled warmly.

"Over my dead body!" Nelson spat.  "She's my wife and I refuse to allow her to be seen on the arm of another man---especially the likes of you!"

"Nelson, you don't have a damn thing to say about it!"   She shot him a angry glance before turning to look at Fred again.  "Just let me go upstairs and finish getting ready and then we'll be ready to go."  She glanced at Nelson again before returning her focus to Fred.  "Darling, you will be alright down here, won't you?"

"Don't you worry," Fred smiled.  "I've handled much worse things than him in my life."

"Wanna bet?" Nelson grumbled under his breath.

"Darling, I won't be long."  Leticia leaned in and gave Fred a warm kiss on the lips that took him by surprise.  He hadn't expected such a display from her---especially in front of Nelson---but relished the evidence of the progress he was making.

Meanwhile, across the room, Nelson's eyes blazed with anger from the sight of the kiss.  His wife was kissing another man!  She was intent on divorcing him for a simple doctor who was so far beneath her that Nelson had to resist the urge to laugh at the preposterousness of it all.  As his eyes narrowed and he stared at them intently, Nelson realized that he had to do everything in his power to save Leticia---not only from the "good doctor", but from herself as well.