produced/written by G. Matthew Smith



EPISODE #138 (Wednesday, 11/20/02) click here for a printable version of this episode
A Few Days Later
June 1936 - Late Morning


REGINALD & JILLIAN'S HOME - FRONT PORCH & STEPS

2210 Elmwood Lane"As much as I loved Hawaii, it's good to be home," Reginald Callison sighed as he carried the suitcases up the walk.

"Home," his new wife, Jillian, smiled and stopped to look at their house, a wedding gift from his parents.  "We're really home."

"Yes, we are."  He carried the suitcases up the front steps and onto the porch before setting them down so that he could fish the keys out of his pocket.  "I still can't believe that Mom and Dad gave us this house and bought that one out by the lake."

"You know, dear, all my life I've dreamed of having a house that was mine."  She clasped her hands together tightly as she thought of her girlhood fantasies.  "Growing up in Manhattan, we lived in a large penthouse apartment.  We didn't have a back yard or a front porch.  We had a lobby and an elevator."

"Well, you've got a house, now."  He stuck the key into the lock, but paused when he noticed a slight change on the mailbox -- clearly the handiwork of his mother.  "I think Mom's been working a little overtime while we've been gone."  He nodded towards the box.

"Mr. and Mrs. Reginald Callison," Jillian read with delighted surprise.  "She has been busy!"  She turned and smiled at him before wrapping her arms around him.  "Have I told you how happy I am to be your wife?"

Reginald CallisonJillian Stokes Callison"Only about a million times since the ceremony," he laughed and then unlocked the door before pushing it open.  "And nothing would make me happier than hearing you say it a million more."

Jillian started to walk into the house, but Reginald quickly put his hand on her shoulder so that he could gently hold her back.

"Ah!" he cautioned.  "We have to do this properly, Mrs. Callison."

"Yes, sir, Mr. Callison!"

And, with that, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her over the threshold of their new old home.


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THE MONROE HOME - LIVING ROOM

43 Landings Ct."Hello, everybody!" Patterson Monroe called out as he flung the door open and carried his new wife, Stephanie, into the house.  "We're home!"

"Paddy!" Mrs. Oliver, the Monroe housekeeper, cried out with excitement.  "You just give me those things and I'll put them away for you and..."

"Oh, just leave them there, Mrs. Oliver," he laughed as he carried the bags into the living room and sat them down by the door.  "We've got plenty of time to worry about unpacking, don't we, dear?"

"All the time in the world," Stephanie smiled sweetly before giving him a tender kiss on the cheek.

Mrs. Oliver"It's good to see you both home and so happy," Lorraine Davis spoke up as she walked into the room from the kitchen -- young Todd Monroe trailing along behind her -- carrying a tray of cold drinks.  "It looks like you had a good time."

"What are you doing here?" Stephanie asked coolly as she glared at Lorraine.

Todd Monroe"'Raine came over to play with me," Todd explained as he held his toy plane out and ran around the room with it as if it were flying.

"I...hope that's okay."  Lorraine looked from Stephanie to Patterson.  "I didn't know that you two were planning on coming back today until Mrs. Oliver told me."

"Of course, it's okay."  Patterson walked over to Lorraine so that he could give her a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.  "Todd loves seeing you."

Meanwhile, behind Patterson and out of his line of sight, Stephanie tightly folded her arms across her chest and silently seethed.

"It's okay with you, isn't it, Stephanie?"  Lorraine eyed her carefully.  "I hope I haven't...spoiled any plans you had for your homecoming."

Patterson Monroe"We didn't have any plans.  Just recuperating from the drive from Davenport."  Patterson sat down on the couch and lifted Todd up and into his lap before tousling the little boy's hair.  "You know that anytime you want to stop by and see Todd is fine with us.  He thinks the world of you."

"And I think the world of him."  Lorraine knelt down by the couch and kissed Todd on his forehead.

"But, maybe you should call first, next time."  Stephanie quickly walked over to the couch and sat down next to her husband, taking his hand into hers.  "I'm sure that things are gonna be quite out of sorts around here for the next few weeks as we all get used to me living here."

Lorraine Davis"I understand."  Lorraine sat down on the couch on the opposite side of Patterson.  "I remember when Douglas and I got married.  It was quite an adjustment.  Marriage is a big step and full of a lot of responsibility."  She casually glanced over at Stephanie.  "But, I suppose that you've already thought about that, haven't you?"

Stephanie sat in silence, her jaw tightening.

"We're going to be just fine," Patterson smiled as he wrapped his arm around his wife and pulled her closer.  "Now that Stephanie and I are married and we've all become a family.  I don't think we're gonna have any trouble getting used to things."

Stephanie Lake MonroeDespite the security that Patterson's arms always brought her, Stephanie couldn't help but glare at Lorraine.  All of her good wishes and heartfelt advice didn't fool her.  Stephanie knew that Lorraine far from approved of their marriage and she suspected that it wouldn't be long before Lorraine was trying to convince Patterson that he'd made a horrible mistake.  Taking a deep breath, Stephanie vowed that that was something that she couldn't allow Lorraine to do.


REGINALD & JILLIAN'S HOME - FOYER

2219 Elmwood Lane"Well, that takes care of that," Jillian sighed as she came down the stairs.  "Everything's unpacked and put away.  I can't believe that all of my things are already here."

"Looks like our mothers have been busy," Reginald laughed.  "They sure did a good job of keeping this all a secret from us."

As Jillian walked into the living room, her eyes immediately went to the beautifully framed pictures that sat on the mantle above the fireplace.

"Oh, my!" she exclaimed as she walked over to the mantle and picked up one of a series of pictures of their wedding.  "Look at all of these pictures!"

"That's my mother, for you," he grinned.  "I swear she had Dad ordered Artie to take at least 50 rolls of film to the wedding."

Just then, the conversation was interrupted with the light tinkling chimes of the doorbell.

Reginald Callison"Let me get that."  Reginald walked out of the living room and towards the front door.

"Wait for me!" Jillian laughed.  "This is going to be our very first guest in our own house and I want to be there for...."

"Welcome home!" Francis Callison exclaimed, her arms full of packages, as her son opened the door.  "I hope I'm not barging in."

"Mom, you could never barge in."  He quickly began to help her with the myriad of boxes and bags she was carrying.  "What is all of this stuff?"

"Just a few things to help you get settled in."  Francis turned her attention to Jillian who was standing in the doorway of the living room.  "Oh, Jillian, how do you like it?  I've been working nearly non-stop since you two left to get everything in order."

"It's wonderful, Mother Callison," Jillian replied as she rushed over and hugged her mother-in-law tightly.  "You really shouldn't have gone to so much trouble."

"Trouble?  It wasn't any trouble.  In fact, it was my pleasure.  After all, how often does my oldest son get married?"

"It better be only once," Jillian quipped as she cocked an eyebrow and gave her husband a sideways glance.

"Then once it is!" he agreed with enthusiasm.  "That is unless you want to make us getting married an annual event."

Francis Callison"Oh, please!" Francis laughed.  "It was difficult enough pulling off this wedding.  Let's not get carried away."

"By the way," Reginald eyed his mother curiously, "how did you know we were back?  Our plane just landed a few hours ago."  He pondered his own question until the answer -- which should have been more than a little obvious -- struck him.  "Mrs. Fielding across the street!"  He then turned to Jillian and whispered slyly, "You've got to be careful.  She's got spies everywhere."

"I do not have spies, young man," Francis corrected.  "And Mrs. Fielding only happened to be watering her begonias when she saw you two pull in.  Naturally, she phoned me right away and I came over as soon as I knew you'd both had a chance to recover from your flight.  We've still got a lot of work to do."

"Work?"  Jillian furrowed her brow as she turned to shake her head at Reginald, not sure she knew what Francis was talking about.

"Yes, dear," Francis laughed as she walked into the living room.  "We've got to finish getting this house in order and we've got to start setting up interviews for a housekeeper and...."

"I...I don't really think that's going to be necessary," Jillian interrupted.  "We don't need a housekeeper."

"W-what?"

"You see, Mom, Jillian is determined to be the perfect housewife," Reginald explained.  "She wants to do it all by herself and she doesn't want any help."

Jillian Stokes Callison"So, no housekeeper."  Jillian eyed Francis sternly.

"Dear, I don't think you understand how difficult it can be to set up housekeeping."  Francis took her daughter-in-law by the hand and led her to the sofa where she could sit her down and try to reason with her.  "There are things to buy and things to organize and schedules to set up."  She paused to make sure Jillian was listening to her.  "There's a lot to it.  My mother taught me a lot of stuff growing up, but I still discovered that I needed help.  Hannah's been with us ever since."

"Honestly, I appreciate your concern," Jillian smiled warmly, "but this is something I want to do for myself.  I know that growing up in Manhattan hasn't exactly given me much opportunity to learn a lot of the things that I probably need to know, but I'm a quick study."  She turned to look at Reginald.  "Besides, how hard can it be to wash dishes, cook dinner, and do the laundry?"

Francis looked up at her son and they booth shook their heads simultaneously.  Neither one of them doubted that Jillian couldn't do anything she set her mind on nor did they think she was incapable of learning.  However, they did know that it was going to be much, much tougher than Jillian even came close to anticipating.