produced/written by G. Matthew Smith



EPISODE #139 (Thursday, 11/21/02) click here for a printable version of this episode
Same Day
June 1936 - Late Morning


CALLISON PUBLICATIONS - CHARLES'S OFFICE

The Offices of Callison Publications & the Daily PostDouglas Davis"So, that was what you two were talking about, wasn't it?" Douglas Davis asked, shaking his head in disbelief.  Why couldn't Trevor Callison just leave it alone?  What did he have to be so obsessed with Grace's disappearance?

Charles Callison stopped and inhaled deeply, unsure whether to reveal the exact nature of his conversation with his son, Trevor.

"Never mind," Douglas muttered as he slumped down into one of the large chairs.  "You don't have to say anything.  Your silence is all I need to hear."

"Douglas, Trevor loves Grace.  He really loves her."  Charles leaned forward onto his desk and looked intently at Douglas.  "I don't understand why you're being so secretive about all of this."

"No, you don't understand," he sighed and looked down out his hands.  "No one would understand."  After several long moments, he looked up at Charles and took a deep breath.  "Tell me exactly what you two were talking about."

"What?"

"Tell me."  Douglas leaned forward.  "I want to know exactly what Trevor is up to concerning my sister and I want to know now!"


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THE DAVIS HOME - LIVING ROOM

23 Green St."I can't believe that you barely got off the plane and you came over here," Lorraine Davis said as she carried two cups of coffee into the living room -- one for her and one for her best friend, Jillian Callison.  "I would have thought that you and Reginald would still be in the middle of honeymoon bliss."

"We would have been," Jillian laughed, "if his mother hadn't come for a visit."

"Mother-in-law trouble already?"  Lorraine cocked an eyebrow in surprise.  "I never took Francis Callison as being the meddling mother-in-law type."

"She's not, really."  Jillian lifted the cup to her lips and took a sip of coffee.  "I think the world of her."

"But?"

Jillian set the cup down on the coffee table and let out a deep sigh before slumping back wearily into her seat on the couch.  "She and Reginald have got it in their heads that I can't be a proper wife on my own."

"Excuse me?"  Lorraine shook her head, slightly, not sure she understood what Jillian was trying to say.

Jillian Stokes Callison"They want me to hire a housekeeper," Jillian explained.  "Apparently they don't think I'm capable of doing things on my own."

"Well, you don't exactly have a background of domestic service," Lorraine laughed.  "I don't think finishing school prepared you for scrubbing floors."

"That's besides the point!"  Jillian folded her arms tightly across her chest and glared.  "You sound like you don't think I can do it, either!"

"That's not what I'm saying.  I have no doubt that you can do anything you set your mind to."

"Look at you!  You don't have a housekeeper or a maid and you do just fine."

"I don't have one because we can't afford one," Lorraine reminded.  "Besides, I had Grace around to help out and then my mother came to visit...."

"All right, all right."  Jillian threw up her hands to stop Lorraine.  "I see your point.  But you've got a baby to take care of, too.  I just have to take care of me and my husband."  She shook her head, unable to comprehend why everyone was having such a difficult time seeing her point of view.  "Let's talk about something else.  I've spent the better part of the morning going over this with Reginald and his mother and I just don't feel like getting into it again."

"Okay," Lorraine nodded and then paused to think of other local news that had happened during Jillian's absence.  "Did you know that Patterson and Stephanie got back today, too?"

"No, I didn't.  Did you see them?"

Lorraine Davis"I was over at Paddy's when they got home."  Lorraine winced due to the uncomfortable memory of her earlier clash with Stephanie Monroe.

"What's wrong?" Jillian asked as he eyed her friend closely.  "You don't seem too happy about Paddy and Stephanie being back."

"Oh, I'm very happy that Paddy's home," Lorraine explained.  "Stephanie, on the other hand...."

"What happened?"  Jillian leaned forward so that she could listen closely.

"Stephanie's just being Stephanie," Lorraine grumbled.  "She wants to keep me from having anything do to with Todd.  She doesn't want me to visit him or see him or...."

"You can't be serious."  Jillian shook her head in disbelief.

"I'm very serious!"  Lorraine slowly began to pace around the room.  "She's got it into her head that I'm trying to interfere in her marriage."

"Well..."  Jillian paused as she tried to consider logical reasons for Stephanie's attitude.  "She and Paddy did just get married.  I know exactly what that's like, remember?  In spite of all the happiness she's feeling, there's a lot of adjustments to make."

"I know that.  I had to go through the same things when Douglas and I got married."

"Well, the situation there was slightly different," Jillian pointed out, "but, still, this is a big change.  Maybe you should just give her and Paddy a little time to get used to things."

"What?"  Lorraine's jaw dropped.  She couldn't believe what she was hearing.  "You sound like you're taking her side!"

"Now, wait a second."  Jillian threw up her hands to silence her friend.  "I'm not taking anyone's side.  All I'm saying is that you should give them some time.  Stephanie will come around, eventually, and see the connection you have with Todd.  Besides, I'm sure that Paddy will talk some sense into her.  He's got a positive effect on her."

"Well, I hope you're right," Lorraine muttered.

Edwina BlakeThe conversation was interrupted by the sudden ringing of the telephone.

"I'll get it!" Lorraine's mother, Edwina Blake, called out as she came down the stairs and headed for the phone.  "Hello?  Oh, hello, dear.  Yes, I was waiting for your call."  She smiled warmly and turned her back to her daughter so that she could have a private conversion with her husband.  "What?  Oh, Anton, you can't be serious!  Oh, no!  I...I...."  She glance back over her shoulder at Lorraine, a worried expression on her face.  "Yes, dear, I understand.  I love you, too."

"Mom, what is it?" Lorraine asked as she quickly went to Edwina's side.  "What's wrong."

Edwina bit her lip and looked down at the floor in disappointment.  "Honey, I've...got some bad news."


SPRINGHILL MANOR - LIBRARY

54 Spring Lake Dr."Well, I just helped Naomi put Aubrey down for his mid-morning nap," Sara Manchester said as she walked through the doors of the library.  "I swear, that little baby looks so cute and peaceful when he's asleep."

"I think you're getting too attached to that baby," her husband, Dane, commented as he glanced up from the morning paper.  "I don't think it's good that you're becoming so involved with that girl and her kid."

"How can I not get attached?"  She walked over to the sofa and sat down before picking up one of her movie magazines and flipping through it.  "They live here.  I've kinda gotten used to them being around."  She looked up and smiled wistfully.  "Besides, Aubrey is so cute."

"Sara, we only let them move in so that we could keep an eye on her -- so we could find out whether she's telling the truth."  He put down his newspaper and got up out of his seat so that he would walk over to the sofa and sit down next to his wife.  "We didn't move her in so that we could make her part of our family."

Sara Manchester"We didn't do anything," Sara reminded quickly.  "You've been opposed to her living her since before she moved in."

"And I'm still opposed to it, if you want to know the truth!"

"Oh, Dane, Naomi's had a difficult life."  She wrung her hands anxiously.  "My heart goes out to her.  It can't be easy to raise a baby alone.  I mean, Mr. Preston's dead and...."

"What?"  Dane looked at her with surprise.  "You...almost sound like you believe her story!"

"Well...."

"Don't tell me that you actually think that Thornton Preston is that baby's father!"

"Well...."  Sara's voice trailed off as she turned away.  She couldn't bear to look at him.  "I'm...inclined to believe it more and more."

"I can't believe I'm hearing this!"  Dane quickly rose to his feet and began to angrily pace around the room.  "Sara, you can't believe a word that comes out of that girl's mouth!  She's here for one thing and one thing only...money!"

"Dane, I agree with you about that."  She got up and walked over to him so that she could grab his arm, forcing him to look at her and listen.  "She is only here for the money.  But that money is for her baby.  How can we...consider not providing for that child?"

Dane Manchester"You can't be serious."

"I'm very serious, Dane."  She looked him dead in the eyes, determined to get her point across.  "I'm going to go ahead and set up the trust fund for Aubrey.  I can have it arraigned so that Naomi can administer it and..."

"No!"

"But, Dane!" she pleaded.  "We can't just leave that poor child without anything.  He's Thornton Preston's son, for goodness sakes.  How can we, in good conscience, deny that baby what's should rightfully be his?"

"We're not giving either that girl or her baby a dime!"  Dane felt his blood pressure starting to rise as he looked at his wife sternly.  "Do you hear me?  Not. A. Dime."

"But..."

"No 'buts', Sara!"  He jerked himself out of her grasp and clinched his fists tightly.  "We're not giving that girl anything!  And furthermore, I want her and that kid of hers out of this house -- today!"