produced/written by G. Matthew Smith



EPISODE #92 (Tuesday, 2/26/02) click here for a printable version of this episode
A Week Later
February, 1936 - Afternoon


SPRINGHILL MANOR - LIBRARY

54 Spring Lake Dr.Sara Manchester"I'm going out," Dane Manchester muttered as he grabbed his winter coat from the rack beside the door.  "I may be late so don't wait up for me."

"But, Dane!" his wife Sara Manchester protested as she quickly rose from her seat on the sofa and walked over to him.  "You just got home from class.  Can't you spend some time at home for a change?"

"I have things to do," he muttered again as he tried to ignore her.  "You can't expect me to spend all of my time just hanging around here, can you?"

"But, darling, this is our home now!  You never spend any time at home.  I'm always stuck here alone with Momma and Helga.  When are we going to spend some time together as a husband and wife?"  She grabbed onto his arm in an attempt to force him to listen to her pleadings.

"You didn't seem so concerned about that in the past!" he snapped coldly.

"D-Dane," she said softly as she tried to hold back her tears, "w-where have you been going?  Where are you spending your time when you're not spending it with me?"

He stood in silence and looked at his wife who seemed to be pleading with him for some attention.  Meanwhile, just on the other side of the doorway, Sara's mother Joyce Preston was carefully listening with much interest.  This latest argument between her daughter and son-in-law was something that could most definitely be used to her advantage.


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THE STOKES MANSION - DINING ROOM

76 Mapleton Way"Mr. Callison---Charles---called me again this morning," Burt Lamont mentioned casually before taking a bite out of his sandwich.  "He's just being so insistent that I change my name to 'Callison'.  I don't see what the big deal is.  Just because I found out that Landon Callison is my real father doesn't have to change who I am.  Why should it change my name?"

"I...um...don't know," Janet Stokes muttered as she stared down blankly at her plate .

It had seemed like a lovely idea at the time---a nice quite lunch together.  Now, however, she found herself feeling quite odd and out of sorts.  Janet couldn't exactly put her finger on what it was, but she felt very unusual.  Was it another strange memory, coming seemingly out of nowhere, that was tapping her in the back of her mind?  Was something trying to break free from the dark recesses of her memory?  Was that what had her so distracted?  She wasn't sure.

"And this is even harder on Randy," he continued, not realizing the conflict that was going on inside Janet's head.  "Oh, sure, he hasn't said much about it.  He won't actually talk about it to me."  Burt paused and let out a worried sigh.  "But I know it bothers him.  He'll always be my baby brother, but the idea that we aren't full brothers is something that I know he's having trouble dealing with.  I know I am."

"Of course."

"I mean, Pa's off god knows where and Ma's gone now, so...well...we're the only family we've got."  He paused awkwardly as he realized exactly what he'd said and then sighed.  "Well...I mean I'm the only family he's got.  I just found an entirely new family.  I know that has to be difficult for him, too."

"Y-yes, Janet, it's true.  But...but, it was long before I ever met you!  I-I didn't even know you existed.  Since you kept the truth about who you really were from me, I had no way of knowing that you two were sisters!"

"V-very difficult," she stammered and winced slightly, a searing pain piercing her temple.

Burt Lamont"I just don't have any idea how Randy would react if I were to honor Uncle Charles' request and change my name."  He sighed and looked down at his plate and the half-eaten sandwich that he no longer had an appetite for.  "It would be like I was taking away the only family Randy has.  It would almost be like we weren't even brothers anymore."

"Judith, I'm surprised by how much of a recovery you've made since the last time I saw you," Dr. Talbot Campbell said as he and Judith walked into the living room, adjacent to the dinning room.  The sound of their voices drew Burt and Janet's attention away from their own conversation.

"Well, let's just say that I ran into an old friend who reminded me of how much I was missing out on," Judith Linford smiled slyly as she thought about her run-in with Joyce Scott.  "I've spent entirely too much time feeling sorry for myself.  It's time I got my life back in order."

"And like I said, there's no reason why you and Mark can't try to have another child whenever you're ready," Talbot smiled.  "Of course, there's no rush.  You have all the time in the world."

"Thank you, Dr. Campbell."  Then, out of the corner of her eye, Judith spotting Burt and Janet sitting in the dining room and suddenly became very uncomfortable.  Discussing the repercussions of the loss of her baby---the baby she had in fact shared with Burt---with the knowledge that he was listening made her quite nervous.  "Oh, I see we have company."

Dr. Talbot Campbell"Well, Judith, I have to be getting back to the hospital."  Talbot pulled on his coat and began to walk towards the foyer.  "Now remember, I still want to see you in my office for another follow-up exam."

"Yes, doctor," Judith blushed, slightly embarrassed by her doctor's devotion to her case.

After Talbot had left, Judith casually strolled into the dining room to join Janet and Burt.

"I couldn't help but overhear," Burt spoke up with a slight hesitation.  "From the sounds of it, you're getting back to your old self."

"Yes, in fact, I am," Judith replied rather curtly.  "I've begun to realize that I've missed out on a great deal of living by obsessing over...."  Her voice cracked as she tried to swallow back her emotions.  "I have to put the baby behind me."

"Well, it probably has more to do with me than with Burt.  True, he was very much involved, but I'm the one who has to carry this secret."

"What the devil are you talking about!"

"I'm talking about this baby!" 

"T-the baby," Janet muttered as her eyes began to glaze over.  The uneasy sound of her voice immediately drew both Burt and Judith's attention and they stared at her with a mixture of surprise and confusion.  "T-the baby!"

"Yes, you twit, the baby," Judith snapped.  "What else could I be talking about?"

"J-Judith..." Burt cautioned as he quickly lifted his hand to motion for her to be quiet.  "Janet, are you...all right?"

Janet Stokes"T-the b-baby."  Janet stared blankly off into space as she gripped the edge of the table tightly in an attempt to keep her hands from shaking.  "Oh, my god!  The baby!  Your baby!"

"Well!  If this just isn't..."

"Judith, will you shut up!" Burt snapped and quickly jumped up from his seat and rushed to Janet's side.  "Janet, what's wrong?  What is it?"

"The baby!" she cried out again and then suddenly bolted from her chair and ran out of the dining room, through the living room, out through the large French doors, and out into the snow.

"Janet!" he called out as he began to race after her.

Judith Stokes Linford"Burt, don't," Judith said firmly as she grabbed his arm.  "Just let her go.  She's been having outbursts like this for as long as I can remember.  No one ever really knows what's going on inside that warped little mind of hers."

"But I just can't let her run out like that!"  He yanked his arm away, but stopped in his tracks, only allowing his eyes to follow in the direction which Janet had run.  "She sounded like she was upset about something.  She sounded like she...she knew!"

"Oh, don't be ridiculous!" Judith laughed.  "There's no way Janet could know about...about..."  She couldn't bring herself to say it---about our baby.  "Look, Burt, just let her get whatever this is out of her system.  Besides, this gives us a moment to be alone---a moment to talk."

Burt turned and eyed Judith curiously.  A moment to talk?  What in the world could she possibly have to say that he'd even be interested in hearing?


SPRINGHILL MANOR - LIBRARY

54 Spring Lake Dr."Where I go and what I do is no one's business," Dane snapped as he spun around to face Sara.  "Especially yours!  After all the lies you've told me, I don't owe you anything!"

"But, Dane!" Sara cried as her eyes began to fill with tears, "I'm still your wife!  We're married.  That has to mean something!"

"It means nothing to me," he spat as his eyes began to burn with anger.  "Because apparently it meant nothing to you."

Sara Manchester"You...don't still believe what Momma said, do you?"  She watched his expressions carefully for some clue as to what was behind his behavior.  "When she found out that we'd inherited Mr. Preston's estate---before we realized who each other really was---she...accused me of having an affair with him.  You don't still believe that?"

"Does it really matter what I believe?"  Dane paused and took a deep breath.  "Sara, you've lied to me before.  Why should I believe you now?  Why should I believe that you didn't have a relationship with Thornton Preston?"

"Because it's the truth!  Mr. Preston and I only had a working relationship."

"Ah, yes," he muttered snidely, "a working relationship that you lied about and kept hidden!  If you lied about that, why should I believe that you aren't lying about anything else?"

"But, Dane, I love you!"  Why couldn't he believe the truth?  Why did he have to automatically believe the worst?

"Frankly, I don't care!"  His jaw tightened as he quickly turned and headed for the door.  "And I will do as I damn well please.  You certainly do!"

Dane ManchesterAs Dane breezed out of the library and through the foyer, Joyce ducked into a corner to remain hidden.  However, just as he reached the front door, she made her presence known.

"Dane," she spoke up tentatively, "wait."

"What is it, Joyce?" he sighed as he became resigned to the fact that he wouldn't be able to leave the house in peace.  "I'm really not in the mood to chitchat."

"Dane, I couldn't help...well, I overheard what you and Sara were talking about."

"Eavesdropping is probably a little more like it," he snapped as he turned to face her.

Joyce Preston"Well, as loudly as you two were arguing, I think Helen Keller could have heard."  Joyce smiled slyly and laughed at the wryness of her quip.  "Actually, I've been meaning to have a word with you."

"About?"  He stood with his arms folded across his chest and glared at her.

"My daughter," she replied as she softened her voice to just above a whisper and moved closer to him.  "I want to talk to you about Sara."

Dane eyed Joyce suspiciously as he tried to figure out what she was going to say.  He could clearly tell that she was up to something, but what?