Margaret Krebbs Justin Harper Dominique Eric Stone Rex Wentworth Iris Wentworth Gary & Val Ewing and Jack Ewing
Jesse Murray and Justin Stiles
Kristin Cashmere Chad Cox Karin Schill and Andy Smithers
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 Southfork Ranch
Donna spent a good five minutes hysterically crying when she saw that headline in the evening edition of the newspaper. She cried even harder when she actually read the article, and saw that the miniscule piece was all true: They knew about her abortion all those years ago---the dates, times and everything. What they neglected to print was WHY she got it. But what did it matter? She would be blacklisted politically, even though she was already in the mayor's seat. She would be labeled a hypocrite, a pro-lifer who obviously didn't even stand true to her own political beliefs, but they didn't understand. No one understood. After she collected herself, which was difficult in the wake of the seemingly millions of phone calls that came in, Donna made her way back to Southfork. Her reception was quiet, mostly because people didn't know WHAT to say. But she knew what she had to do first. She took Margaret upstairs to her bedroom, and told her. She had always been honest with Margaret, and things were not going to stop there. Margaret seemed to take things well, although she cried a little too. She told her mother that nothing changed, and she still loved her, and it was the past and that's where it would lie. Margaret seemed to close the subject with that, but she sealed it all off with a big hug. It made Donna feel much better. But she knew she had to tell the family. An hour later, after everyone had arrived home, she called the family meeting. Margaret chose to stay upstairs, and watch Grace for Pam. The living room at Southfork was filled: Miss Ellie, Clayton, Pam, Bobby, J.R., Sue Ellen, Jack, Lucy, Neil, Gary, Val, John Ross, Christopher, Karen and Ray were all gathered around. Donna looked at Ray. How was he going to take this? He immediately looked back at her, and his eyes communicated everything that he was feeling. It was filled with empathy. Donna knew that instant she had one supporter. “I'm sorry to call you all in here at once,” Donna started, quietly. “I know that everyone's schedule is hectic, and everything..” She was killing time. “Donna, this is no bother at all,” Miss Ellie said, sympathetic but still a bit hesitant. She couldn't believe when Clayton had told her what appeared in the paper. Donna and an abortion? She could never picture it. Donna smiled in thanks. “I know that everyone has seen the paper tonight. I'm sure it's a big shock.” “I'll say,” J.R. commented a little too lightheartedly. Didn't want anyone to think that he was in any way connected with that little story being leaked to the papers. Bobby shot him a silencing look. “You are all my family, and you all have a right to know. The story is true. I wish I could say I was going to sue those papers, but I can't.” The whole room tried to silently contain their shock. Donna had an abortion? She was the last person they ever would expect to have had one. Sure, it was years ago, even before she married Sam Culver, but still. Donna was adamantly pro-life. It was part of her platform. “It was a long time ago, back before I even met Sam. My parents had just been killed, and I had to leave UT Austin.” Bobby held Pam's hand as he recalled when Donna left college all those years ago. That's where he first met her, although they were never close friends. He did remember when her parents died, though. They left behind so many debts that Donna couldn't afford to stay in school. “When I left UT Austin, though, I was pregnant. I didn't tell anyone that. No one ever knew. Until know.” Bobby's eyes widened at that. He never remembered Donna dating anyone in college. Of course, he was so depressed over Jenna leaving him at that point, he supposed he never would have noticed. “That was a really black period in my life, if you can imagine.” She gave a little laugh, as if to calm herself. She wasn't looking up as she told the story, but after she finished her last sentence, her eyes caught Ray's. As they were before, they were completely filled with understanding, sympathy and no judgment. She smiled at him. “After a few weeks, I got real sick. I thought it was just morning sickness at first, but it just kept getting worse. I went to the doctor, finally. He gave me some tests, and all that. After a couple days he called me back in, and told me what was wrong with me. The baby was developing properly. It was going to be born severely retarded---he could tell that already. He advised me to abort the baby, but I said I wouldn't.” Donna began to tear up, and tried her best to hold back the tears. Ray got up and stood next to her, putting his hand on her shoulder and rubbing her back. She did her best to continue. “I was devastated, but I was going to keep the baby. The doctor told me he wanted to do a few more tests, so I agreed. I guess it was a week later that he told me if I didn't get the abortion I could die.” “What happened?” Pam asked with concern in her voice. “In conjunction with the pregnancy, and the doctor guessed my stress because of my parents death, I developed a trouble with my womb. It was the lining, and the nutrient flow…” Donna trailed off a bit, as she continued to hold back tears. She hadn't talked about this with anyone, not even Ray. And now here she was, telling her whole family. She was humiliated, and vulnerable. She felt naked standing there, in front of everyone. The whole family continued to listen in stunned silence. “It was because of this problem that the baby was retarded, and that made me feel horrible. But then the doctor told me that the further I got along in the pregnancy, the more dehabilitating it would be for me. He told me that it was almost guaranteed that I wouldn't survive childbirth. There was a high probability too that the baby wouldn't survive either, and if it did, it would be severely retarded. I guess I said that already.” She was losing trail of her own story, as she continued to try to hold back the tears. Ray just kept rubbing her back, and Donna felt safe next to him. “Roe vs. Wade had just passed about two weeks earlier, and abortion was legal. I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to end the pregnancy, but the doctor told me that I would die if I didn't, and he just kept telling me the baby didn't have a chance at life either way. All I could think of was my parents, and how much they wanted me to be successful. They worked so hard to put me in college, and here I was, probably going to die because of one stupid mistake I made.” She paused, as she wiped a tear away from her eye. “He convinced me. I had the abortion.” “Oh My God. I had no idea,” was all Ray could say as he continued to rub her back. “I'm so sorry, Donna. I'm so, so sorry.” “What about Margaret? Did you have this problem with her?” Lucy supposed it was insensitive to ask, but her curiosity got the best of her. No one shot her a look, though. Everyone was too in shock. Donna responded, almost automatically. “I was worried about that too, when I found out I was pregnant. That's part of the reason I took so long in telling you,” She looked towards Ray. “I know we were having problems, but I wanted to make sure that everything would be OK with the baby before anything else. When I had the abortion, the doctor told me that this shouldn't be a deterrent to any future pregnancies, but warned me to be careful. My obstetrician for Margaret told me that there were no problems. It wasn't a permanent condition.” Donna seemed to be taking some solace in explanations. It took her mind off what she did all those years ago, and the fact that everyone knew about it. It was her own personal shame---now everyone she cared about, everyone in the world knew. She felt like she needed to say something, to defend herself. Were they thinking less of her? “This doesn't change how I feel about abortion,” she quickly said. “You all know I'm pro-life and that was part of my campaign. I'm not a hypocrite.” “No one is saying you are,” Sue Ellen said. She could see that Donna was getting a bit hysterical. It was disturbing for her to see Donna this way. She was always so in control, and focused. This issue must have made her very raw and vulnerable, emotionally. “I have my beliefs, and I stick by them. You all know that. You know that,” She looked at Ray. She was crying now. “We know, Donna. We know. Shhh.. You don't have to explain yourself.” Ray responded. He held her. Miss Ellie was saddened to see this. She could only imagine what Donna was feeling. She stood up. “Donna, I think I speak for everyone when I say that no one here thinks any differently of you after hearing this. I know---we know---that this was incredibly painful for you. We will ALL,” She looked at J.R. “do anything in our power to help you in any way we can. But we know you---this doesn't change who you are or what you are.” Donna looked at Miss Ellie. “Thank you” was all she could say. “Why don't we all have something to eat, and digest this a little, so to speak.” Miss Ellie said, trying to offer some solution to break the tension in the room. “Donna, let me know if Theresa can bring you anything.” “I will. Thank you.” Ray continued to hold her. The room slowly dispersed, most people still in shock over what had just occurred. Still, slowly people gave Donna their own reassurance in small ways: Clayton gave her a hug, Bobby rubbed her back as she remained in Ray's arms. It made Donna feel slightly better. Lucy was the last to leave the room, next to Ray. She came over to Donna. “I know how you feel,” she began. Before Donna could even open her mouth, Lucy continued. “I was raped a long time ago---do you remember Roger Larson? My photographer? He raped me. I got pregnant, and I aborted the baby.” “Lucy, I had no idea…” Donna said, her tears drying a little. Ray was equally in shock. “Not many people know about it. I kind of kept it to myself, the abortion part. Some people know, but, anyway, the point is, I know how it feels. I know it was a long time ago, but if you ever want to talk, there's someone in this family who has been in your boat.” “Thank you.” Donna wanted to say so much, not only to Lucy but everyone else. They had taken what she told them, and remained supportive. She didn't think they looked at her any differently—what Miss Ellie said really affected her. Lucy smiled and left the room. After a moment, Ray looked at her. “Do you want to go for a drive? It might clear your head a little. People still have their Christmas lights up. We can go for a light ride or something.” Donna laughed. Why was he being so sweet? “Actually, I'd really like that.” It couldn't hurt. She needed to get outside. Take in some fresh air. “I'll go start the car and turn the heat on.” Ray left the room a moment later. Donna was left alone in the study for a moment. She wanted to go tell Margaret that she was going out for a while, and make sure she was OK. As she entered the hallway, she could see into the dining room. Most of the family seemed to be eating a bit more quietly than usual. The phone ringing startled her. Without even thinking, she picked it up. She knew she shouldn't have as soon as she did. Reporters, as well as harassers, had been calling all day, trying to speak with her. “Hello?” Donna said. On the other end of the line, a booming voice screamed. “BABY KILLER!!! LYING BITCH BABY KILLER!! PREPARE TO PAY!” Donna hung up the phone quickly. She knew she should call the police, but she couldn't think about that. She was too scared. Scared of what the future was going to bring. How would she be viewed politically? Was she in danger? What scared Donna the most at that moment, though, was the one person at Southfork she didn't want to know the whole truth. She didn't want that person to find out the part of the story that she left out.
“Speakerphone…put it on speakerphone,” Christopher said quietly as John Ross returned the call. John Ross switched it over and a woman's voice came across the speaker. “John Ross Ewing for Dr. Benson please.” “One moment.” Seconds later, the doctor picked up. “Hello John Ross.” As Dr. Benson proceeded to lie about the results, he constantly reminded himself what would happen. Pamela Rebecca Cooper and Eric Stone had made numerous threats against him—he had to protect his own interest. “The results are in. Is Christopher Ewing around? He should hear this too.” “I'm right here,” Christopher said. “Ah, well then, we'll have a three-way conversation about this. As I said, the results were given to me this morning and we have a positive I.D. on little Megan's father.” “Who is it?” John Ross and Christopher said in unison. Dr. Benson ignored the messages from his conscience. His career would be ruined if he didn't go along with Eric and Pamela Rebecca. “Christopher…” Christopher breathed a sigh of relief and John Ross stared in disbelief. “What? How?” “Christopher, I'm afraid that John Ross is the father. I'm sorry.” John Ross smiled triumphantly and Christopher's world crumbled. An hour later, he would be drunk again.
Dominique had seen to it that every piece of mail and every phone call pertaining to the parent-teacher conference for Justin be intercepted. Justin could mention it, but J.R. knew his son well enough to know that school wasn't his favorite thing, and any talk of a meeting between his mother and teacher would not be something that Justin would want to bring up. So, J.R. found himself waiting alone for the meeting to start, scheduled for about a minute away. His mind drifted to Donna. He had heard that her office had been getting plummeted with calls of angry citizens wanting her out of office. That was exactly what he wanted. In no time, she'd be out of his hair, politically speaking. Hopefully, she'd be so shamed; she would pack up and take off from Dallas. Maybe J.R. would get lucky and she'd reconcile with the half-breed and take him with her. Justin's teacher came out of the classroom, followed by a man and a woman. All three smiled at J.R., and the teacher and the couple bid each other goodbye. Justin's teacher introduced herself, and J.R. stepped into the classroom behind her. Alone and satisfied, because after he was through talking about the incompetence of Cally—sweetly and innocently of course—to Justin's teacher, he'd have yet another ally in his quest to get his son back.
Curious, Afton hastily opened her envelope. On the front, lettered in gold were the words An Invitation… She unfolded the card as Rebecca joined her in the living room. “What's that Mom?” “An invitation to a New Year's Eve ball at the Oil Baron's Club. Apparently, it's a private party.” “Who invited you? J.R.?” “No. Rex and Iris Wentworth.” “Who?” “Cliff's half-sister Katherine's half-brother and his wife. Cliff told me about him. He's staying at Southfork as Pam's guest.” “Am I invited?” Afton continued to read the invitation while handing Rebecca hers. “Yep.” “Great. I now have plans for New Year's Eve—just hope the Oil Baron's Club doesn't self-destruct at midnight. Where is Dad this morning?” “He went to the office and I think he was stopping by to be fitted for a new tuxedo. Then, I've got so many things to do before the wedding myself.” Pamela Rebecca patted her mother on the shoulder. “Better hurry. You guys just have a few more days.” Afton smiled and thought about how wonderful it would be to be married to Cliff again. It had only been a short time since they divorced, but she realized they never should have divorced in the first place. “This party is tomorrow and I don't have anything to wear. How about we take a girl's day out and raid the stores?” “Sounds like a plan. Just give me a few minutes to get ready.” Rebecca went back upstairs, leaving a very excited Afton Cooper alone in the living room.
As he was deep in thought, Iris Wentworth entered his office. “Hello J.R.” “Well, hi Iris. What brings you here?” Iris surveyed the room. “So this is where the great J.R. Ewing carries out his daily business?” J.R. chuckled. “Something like that.” “But, down to business. I came to invite you to the New Year's Eve ball.” “I got an invitation in the mail yesterday.” “I know. But, I wanted to give you a more personal invitation.” “Ohh, personal?” “Don't tell me you've lost the J.R. Ewing touch your were so big on back in Europe. It's only been a few years.” “Whatever touch I had then, I've still got now. Iris, Rex is in town. That man is crazy—you know it as well as I do. Now you know I wouldn't hesitate to go up against a sane man—no matter how powerful he is. But Rex Wentworth…I don't want to cross him.” “J.R., you disappoint me. Are you really going to let Rex stop us from resuming what we never finished?” “Dammit Iris, I don't even want to talk about this right now. I've got too much on my mind.” “Yes…what's happening with you and your son?” J.R. looked at her. “How do you know about that?” “I'm a perceptive woman J.R. I noticed every little look you two gave each other and I know something is definitely wrong. Whatever it is, it really seems to be eating you up inside. Would you care to talk about it?” J.R. smiled. Iris really was a remarkable woman. “Iris, you never cease to amaze me. I don't care to go into the minute details, but John Ross has 'disowned' me and he's leaving Dallas because of something I did.” “That's awful.” “Tell me about it. I feel terrible about what I did and if I could go back in time, I wouldn't make the same mistake again.” “Life's full of second chances J.R. You may not be able to go back and undo what you did, but maybe you can undo some of the damage.” “How?” “Never underestimate the power of talk. Talk to your son and tell him how sorry you are and how you feel.” “I don't know how well that would work, but it just might be worth a try. Thanks for listening.” Iris smiled. “Anytime J.R. So will you be at the party tomorrow night?” “I suppose.” “Wonderful. Then I'll see you there.” Iris winked at him and left the office.
“Hi Karen.” Karen reeled around, almost dropping the ornament. “Eric, you scared me.” “Jeez, I'm sorry. Didn't mean to. How was Christmas?” “It was great. For the first time in a long while, things seemed perfect between Christopher and me. But, I couldn't help but think about my son and where he was spending Christmas.” “Don't tear yourself up over that. Hopefully that didn't put too much of a damper on your holiday?” Karen smiled. “No, not that much. Did you have a nice Christmas?” “Well, it was Christmas. I've never been that big on it—I always spent Christmas in the boarding school in Europe, which wasn't much fun. It was nice to be able to spend it with the family, even if Afton would have liked to have given me a few shots of poisoned eggnog. I'm really getting close to Cliff.” “That's good—not about Afton, but the rest.” “Let me give you a hand here.” Eric started removing ornaments from the tree. “Eric, don't. Don't do this to yourself. I know you care about me, but I am firmly committed to Christopher. There can never be anything between us for that reason—and the fact that you almost ruined our relationship before.” “I don't want anything more than friendship,” Eric lied. “God…I feel like a total idiot. I just assumed…” “Don't worry about it.” Karen went back to her work of disassembling the tree. “I wish I knew who donated all of this to the hospital—it really brightened those children's lives. I'd love to thank who ever did…they must be a really special sort of person.” “Maybe they'll come forward.” “Maybe so. Look Eric, it's about time for me to go check on the kids, so, I'll see you later.” Eric looked disappointed, but tried to hide it. “Yeah…I've got a flight leaving in about an hour, so I should be going too.” “A flight?” “Business trip.” “Okay. Be careful and have a nice trip.” She walked away. Eric could tell she was beginning to warm to him again. It was only a matter of time.
Miss Ellie hugged her son. “Gary, you know I wish you would stay at Southfork, but I understand that you want to get back to California—SeaView Circle is your home.” “Yes it is Momma. But, Southfork is usually a nice place to visit.” Gary had actually enjoyed most of the visit, all except for the part involving J.R.'s schemes. Val smiled and took Miss Ellie's hands in hers. “Thank you for making our stay so pleasant Miss Ellie. You really are like a second mother to me.” “And you're like a daughter Valene. I hope you and Garrison will come back and visit us soon. Or, you never know, we might just stop by Knots Landing for a visit of our own.” “Stop by anytime.” Lucy hugged her parents. “Momma, Daddy, I'll see you again soon.” She turned to her younger brother and sister. “You guys keep 'em in line.” “Sure thing Sis.” Lucy hugged them both. “Then I guess this is goodbye.” Everyone said their goodbyes and the four disappeared into the thickening airport crowd.
She supposed she should have been more worked up than she was, but more than anything else, she was tired. She was scared too. She was mayor of this city---did that mean she had to endure death threats? Would she be any good as mayor, if people didn't listen to her? She gave a press conference first thing this morning, and told her story---albeit in a proper tone and context for a political forum---but still the angry calls kept coming in. People were calling her a hypocrite, saying they couldn't trust her. She worked so damn hard to get where she was, and now it could easily be taken away, because of something that happened when she was just a kid! Thank God for the family. They had all been so supportive. Even J.R. hadn't given her any trouble. He'd mostly been silent on the subject, but in her book, that was desirable. Cliff and Todd called, as well as Dave Culver. Both had told her they'd be there for her if she needed anything. Donna thanked God for her friends, but the political climate still loomed large over her head. It was almost as if it was some kind of horrible harbinger for the Millennium, the political chaos in Dallas at the moment. Her personal life was no pretty picture either, Donna thought to herself. Her thoughts turned to Ray. He was so wonderful last night: He was there when she needed him, held her when she needed to be held, and was silent when she needed silence. She couldn't think of anything he could have done that made her feel better. But most importantly, he understood her and he accepted her. It was almost how she felt when they were first married. But then the image of that waitress came into her head, and Donna was shaken back into reality. They were over. As she sat down, reality sank in for Donna a little more. She was scared. The threats against her were scary---now there was this package with the baby doll. Her office was swarming with police officers---this was serious. She was scared. Really scared. At that moment, she couldn't even think about what this could mean for her career. She was worried about her life, and her family's life. Was this worth it? She asked herself as she looked around her office.
“J.R. Ewing here,” he said quickly. “Mr. Ewing, this is Archana Rao down at Dallas Memorial. Your son has just been brought in…” “What happened? Is it John Ross or Justin?” On the other end of the line there was the slightest pause, as the woman consulted her chart. “Justin Harper. He is your son, correct?” “Yes. What happened?” “He's going to be just fine. But he does have a terrible case of appendicitis. We are going to operate as soon as possible, but don't worry. He'll be OK. However, we need you or his mother to come down and sign some forms.” “Did you call Cally?” “I just got off the phone with her. She suggested that I call you immediately.” “I'll be right down. Thank you.” J.R. hung up the phone, and quickly thought what his next move should be. He started to pack some files into his briefcase when Sly buzzed in again. “I'm sorry to bother you, J.R.,” she said, “But there's a French woman on the phone, she says her name is 'Ms. D.' She says she needs to talk to you right away---it's an emergency.” J.R. knew that was Dominique's little code word for herself, established in case she ever needed to talk to him, but did not want to be connected with the call in any way. “Put her through.” He was guessing this had to do with Justin's hospitalization. “Talk to me Dominique,” He said as he finished packing up some things. “J.R., I have heard about your son. I am very sorry.” “He's going to be fine,” J.R. said, almost reassuring himself. “I have had the same problem. It is very minor. He will be fine.” “I know, but that poor boy is probably scared to death in the hospital. Is Cally on her way over?” He knew that Dominique had those cameras set up to watch her. “Why should she be? She hasn't been told.” “What the hell are you talking about?” “I saw that the call was coming from the hospital, so I intercepted it. I am sorry for this. I pretended to be your ex-wife, and said I was coming right over. I told them to call you, because I knew you would be at your office. I knew that if you went to the hospital, and your ex-wife did not, you would be the better parent.” Her words did not register a trace of guilt. “So Cally doesn't know he's in the hospital? Where was he anyway?” “He was at the movies with a friend and the mother. That was where he collapsed, so they brought him to the hospital. They told me this all over the phone.” J.R. thought to himself for a minute. He'd go to the hospital, and see if Justin was all right. That was the most important thing---that his son was going to physically be OK. J.R. decided to call the family---get Mama and Bobby down to the hospital. It would make him look so good. Mama was just on the edge of doing something about Cally, or thinking she was certifiably nuts. This might be the thing that did it. Justin was not in danger, after all. “Alright, I gotta go. I'll call you later.” J.R. hung up the phone and quickly picked it up again and dialed Southfork. A moment later, a strange voice picked up. “Hello?” “Who the hell's this?” J.R. asked. “Who is this?” The voice responded. “This is J.R. Ewing here. I live there, so who in the hell are you?” “I'm sorry Mr. Ewing. This is Sergeant Foley with the Dallas PD. Mrs. Dowling has been getting some threatening phone calls and letters, so we're here to make sure everything's OK, and your family's safe.” J.R. hadn't even considered that some people might threaten Donna had he blown the lid on her abortion. He didn't have time to worry about it, though. His boy was in the hospital. “Is my mother there? Mrs. Farlow?” “Sure. Hold on please.” A moment later, Miss Ellie got on the phone. “J.R.? Where are you?” “Mama, I'm at the office. Listen, Justin's been rushed to the hospital. Nothing serious, don't worry. He just needs his appendix taken out, but they told me he'll be just fine.” “Oh no!” Miss Ellie responded. “Has Cally been called?” “The nurse called her right before she called me. I'm going to the hospital right now.” J.R. lied through his teeth. “I want to come too. Justin needs family right now. The poor thing must be scared to death.” “That would be really nice, mama.” “I'll have Clayton get the car started. I'm sure that some of the family will come down with me. It's very depressing around here---I'm sure you've heard of the threats made against Donna.” “It's a real shame.” “I just hope that she will be OK. I think she's not letting on how badly this is scaring her.” Miss Ellie paused for a moment. “OK, we'll leave now. I'll see you down there.” J.R. hung up the phone and rushed out of his office.
One thing Justin did ask about was his mother. J.R. told him the half-truth. “She's on her way---the nurses called her. I'm sure there was traffic or something. Don't worry, Justin. She'll be here. If she doesn't get here soon, I promise she'll be here when you wake up.” He intended that to happen, although Cally wouldn't be feeling to good about herself at the time. “Grandma!” Justin shouted out as Miss Ellie walked into the room. She gave him a warm smile. Clayton, John Ross, Sue Ellen, Bobby and Lucy followed her. “How are you feeling,” Miss Ellie said as she walked over to the bed and took her grandson's other hand. J.R. smiled at her. “You're very brave, Justin.” Sue Ellen said. John Ross walked right next to his mother. “You sure are. The same thing happened to me—I had to have my appendix taken out. I think you can blame your dad's side of the family.” He was trying to keep things lighthearted, to lift Justin's spirits. J.R. looked over at John Ross and smiled, to show his appreciation. John Ross ignored his glare. He was here for his brother, and solely his brother. “Did it hurt to get it out?” Justin asked. “Not at all. You don't even feel it. And if they're still the same around here, they give you some cool little toys afterwards.” “Can I eat afterwards? I'm hungry.” Clayton laughed. “I think you might have to wait a little while to do that. Give your stomach some time to heal.” “Hey, I heard there was a sick patient in here.” Karen walked through the door, followed by Todd. They were both holding balloons. “We just had a late lunch and when I came back to work, I heard that you were here. How are you feeling Justin?” “I'm hungry,” he said. “Jeez, we have a lot in common. I just ate, but I'm still starving.” Todd said. “When we heard what happened, Karen and I got these for you.” “Thanks,” Justin said smiling. Even though J.R. couldn't stand half the people that were in the room, he did appreciate their effort to help his son. “Where's Cally?” Sue Ellen whispered to Clayton. “Who knows? Apparently she was called, but she's not here yet.” Lucy was standing right next to them. “Do you think everything is OK?” She whispered back. “I don't know.” Sue Ellen and Lucy shared a look that communicated they were thinking the same thing---they were concerned about Cally. Not showing up at the hospital when her son was there was in tandem with her behavior of late. Sue Ellen was glad that they seemed to agree about something at least. For the next fifteen minutes, the family tried to get Justin's mind off his impending surgery and his mother's conspicuous absence. However, that was the foremost thing on the mind of the Ewings.
She had been home for a half-hour when Miss Ellie got the call about Justin. Most of the family that was home left to go visit him in the hospital, but Donna elected to stay. More likely, Sgt. Foley TOLD her to stay. Ray was kind enough to stay with her though, and Melissa was sticking around, trying to be as helpful as she could as a member of the Dallas PD. Donna was grateful for that. It was at exactly 5:26 p.m. that the call came, and upon reflection, Donna knew that it couldn't have been more than five minutes later when she made her decision. The caller ID that the police had installed registered a pay phone on the southern outskirts of Dallas. Sgt. Foley answered the phone on the second ring. “Hello?” He said. “Donna Dowling,” the voice commanded, quietly and non-decrepitly. Donna couldn't hear what was going on, but she knew something was wrong. Ray held her hand tightly. “Who is this?” Foley asked. As he said this, he put the call on speakerphone. Suddenly, the voice on the other end of the line grew hostile and loud. “YOU TELL THAT BABY KILLER TO GET OUT OF OFFICE!! WE KNOW YOUR DAUGHTER MURDERER! WE KNOW WHERE SHE GOES TO SCHOOL!!!” He hung up the phone. “Where's Margaret?” Donna demanded. “Sshh,” Ray comforted her. “She's upstairs with Pam and Grace.” Pam had agreed to stay with Margaret and keep her company while Donna, Ray, Melissa and the Dallas PD did some business. “We'll catch them Donna,” Melissa said reassuringly. “I promise.” Ray didn't want to admit how frightened he was. Margaret was now in jeopardy. Damn whoever brought that story to the papers! Ray could kill them. “I can't do this. I'm leaving.” Donna said, stoically. “What?” Ray asked. “I'm resigning. I can't do this. I can't handle this. This was just one day, and I'm scared for my life. They threatened Margaret—“ Donna looked at Ray. “I can't do that to her. She'd have to go to school with a police officer, I can't do that to her…” She begun to weep again. “Sssh…” Ray tried to calm her again. Secretly, he was a bit relieved, but still a little frightened. Would Donna resigning from office change anything? “I'll give my notice tomorrow…” Donna was trying to pull herself together. “OK, it'll all get worked out. Don't worry.” Ray was trying to calm her down. Donna continued to weep, and the tears were as multiple as the reasons for why they fell: She was scared for her daughter. She was scared for herself. She was saddened to leave the position she worked so hard to get. But there was one good thing about the moment, and she knew that for sure. It felt good to be in Ray's arms again.
J.R. drove, grateful that John Ross and Clayton agreed to stay at the hospital just in case anything happened, although the doctor insured that everything would be fine. Miss Ellie sat in the front seat, while Sue Ellen and Lucy occupied the back. J.R. noticed there was an icy tension between the two of them---the only thing they HAD spoken about was that they were both worried about Cally, and even those exchanges were met with difficulty. J.R. pulled into the driveway, praying that he wouldn't run into that idiot Barnes. A moment later, all four were outside Cally's door. J.R. rang the bell. Cally opened up the door, looking a bit frazzled and in her “work” clothes, as they were splayed with paint. J.R. could see some paintings in progress behind her. Cally was not thrilled to see J.R., and that registered immediately. She was surprised to see Miss Ellie, Sue Ellen, and Lucy with him though. “Hi,” was all she could say. “Where the hell have you been?” J.R. let into her, as Cally backed away. J.R. stormed into the house. “What?” Cally was really confused. “J.R., calm down…” Miss Ellie began. “Our son is lying on an operating table right now, and you're painting pictures! What kind of a mother are you!” J.R. was screaming now. “Stop screaming!” Lucy demanded. Cally's face registered confusion, and Lucy was worried. The last thing she needed was J.R. screaming at her. “What do you mean? Where's Justin?” “He's on an operating table getting his appendix out!” J.R. yelled. “The nurse called you!” “What? No….No, they didn't.” Cally responded, scared and confused. Was this true? Was Justin really in the hospital? J.R. couldn't be lying….Miss Ellie was there. Miss Ellie was scared now. This was just what happened when the nurse called Justin home from school. She spoke with Cally, but then Cally swore to never talking with anyone. This was the second occurrence. Compounded with Cally's other behavior, Miss Ellie knew that something was wrong. Cally needed help. “Oh they didn't? Well I got a nurse over at Dallas Memorial who swears that she spoke with you as soon as Justin was brought into that emergency room, and that you told her you were gonna be right over, and you're here making your ugly art….” “J.R.!” Sue Ellen shouted. She turned to Cally. “Justin is going to be fine. We came to get you, so you can come to the hospital.” She walked over to Cally, and whispered in her ear: “Are you OK?” “I'm fine!” Cally shouted. “No one ever called me.” She turned to Miss Ellie. “Please, Miss Ellie, you've got to believe me. I would never let Justin sit in that hospital if I knew he was there. I thought he was going to see a movie with his friend, and then was sleeping over. Miss Ellie…Lucy….you believe me, right?” Her voice was desperate. Lucy was saddened, but she knew Cally needed help. “Get you're coat. We gotta get back to the hospital.” J.R. commanded. The room was silent, save for Cally's sobs. “Come on, I'll get some things with you,” Lucy said as she walked over to her friend, eventually leading her to the bedroom. Sue Ellen, Miss Ellie and J.R. were left alone in the living room. “Mama, she's crazy.” J.R. said. “I have to do something. What if Justin was in an accident? He could have died..” “I think that she needs help, yes.” Sue Ellen interjected. “This don't concern you, Sue Ellen.” J.R. shot back. “Mama, I'm gonna try to get custody. This isn't safe for Justin. I don't care. This is my boy's safety we're talking about here.” J.R. stormed off, trying to conceal his smile. Everything was going according to plan. It certainly helped that Miss Ellie saw J.R.'s point, and didn't dispute it. What J.R. wasn't counting on, was that Sue Ellen was more suspicious than ever.
Jack was still at the Clifford Group, catching up on some work. He answered after a few rings. “Hello?” “Jack, it's me,” Sue Ellen said. “Hey! How's Justin? I called Southfork and Ray told me what happened.” “He's going to be just fine,” Sue Ellen responded. She then told him the whole saga of what happened with Cally. “Sounds like more of the same of what she's been doing.” Jack stated. “He's up to something. I know it.” “Don't you think you're being a little paranoid?” Jack asked. “No. I know him. Better than anyone else, and this is his style. He's playing innocent---and now he's threatening to get custody. That's just what he wants, and Miss Ellie isn't disputing him because of Cally's behavior. She's starting to agree with him. That's what he wants and needs—supporters. There's something I didn't tell you.” Sue Ellen proceeded to tell him the whole story of Dominique and how she saw her at Cally's meeting with J.R. “That is suspicious,” Jack said. Knowing this, he was beginning to think that J.R. was at fault. It would be his style. “I have to prove that he's behind this. For Cally.” Sue Ellen paused. “WE have to prove that he's up to something.” Even though the subject matter was not exactly pleasant, the fact that Sue Ellen said 'WE', that she included him as part of a unit that she belonged to. That meant more than he could express. He knew that Cally meant a lot to her, and that helping her was more important than anything else, even making J.R. pay. But to be included in such an equation made Jack feel very important to Sue Ellen. He was beginning to have suspicions that perhaps he felt a little more for her than she did for him. But now he knew he was important, and he was determined to help her in any way he could. In any way possible.
“Yea. You Eric Stone?” The man responded, adjusting his paisley tie. “Yes. It's nice to meet you.” “So, your dad's some big oil guy in Texas?” Josh Nestor really cut to the chase. “Yes, he's fairly successful.” “Oh. That detective told me he's some kinda rich.” “OK, yes. He is very wealthy.” Eric paused; knowing what he was getting at. “And if you can help me, perhaps I can share some of that with you.” Josh Nestor smiled. “So, you want to know about Foster, do ya?” “Anything you can tell me. How do you know him?” “When you been on the scene as long as I have, you get to know everyone,” he proudly declared. Eric hated to see what 'scene' he was part of. He wanted Josh to get to what Edward Bottger hinted at on the phone. “What do you do for a living?” Eric abruptly asked. “I manage things. Manage some properties, people….y'know, their careers and stuff.” “Really?” “Yep. That's how I knew Foster. I was his manager. Damn good worker, that one. First person that I met that liked money better than I did.” “Tell me more.” Eric knew he was on the verge of something. “What you want to know?” “Something that Mr. Foster doesn't want the public to know about. The more you tell me, the more money I give you. How's that?” “How well you know him?” “Obviously not that well if I'm asking you to tell me things about him.” “So he never told you he was a gigolo?” Eric smiled as soon as he heard those words. He continued to smile, as Josh told him the story of Todd's rather glorious career as a male prostitute. And then the pictures! Eric would have his revenge.
Pam sipped her drink uneasily. Lucy could tell she was nervous. “I'm not sure Lucy. But I'm sure Rex invited all of the Ewings…and probably Cliff's family too.” Iris soon joined them. “Hello Ladies. I'm so happy you both could make it to our party.” Lucy looked around at the exquisite ornaments and decorations. “I'm afraid I'd give it a more fancy title than party. This place is absolutely beautiful. I almost wouldn't recognize it.” Iris laughed dryly. “That's my Rex. He spares no expense.” John Ross was the next guest to enter the room. “My, have I just found some beautiful ladies or what?” The three women laughed, flattered by his comments. Pam spoke up. “John Ross, you look very handsome.” Pam had been noticing that John Ross was starting to look more and more like his mother, rather than J.R. “Thanks. Speaking of beautiful women, has anyone seen Melissa? She called and told me to go ahead to the party…said she'd meet me here.” “No, I'm afraid she's not here yet John Ross.” Iris scanned the room, but saw no one else. “The only other people here are Bobby and Rex…and Lucy's husband,” Iris turned to Lucy, “I'm so sorry, I've forgotten his name.” “Neil,” Lucy answered. “Thanks. I'm sure she'll be here soon—I couldn't imagine being with anyone else at midnight tonight.”
“Looking for you. What are you doing here? Didn't we talk about this?” Melissa gave him a concerned look—at least he wasn't drunk. Christopher noticed that she was wearing a red evening gown. “Going to the party?” “I'll be late. I stopped by Southfork to check on you. God Chris, I know how much you hoped Megan would be yours. I feel so bad about giving you so much false hope. Are you doin' okay?” Melissa supposed that was a stupid question to ask at the moment, but she wasn't sure what else to say. “I got drunk yesterday.” Melissa frowned. “What is that you're drinking now?” “Water…believe it or not.” Melissa was relieved. “What stopped you tonight?” “You and Theresa…you've both helped me out a great deal.” “Theresa?” “Our maid.” “Oh…sorry, I forgot. But I'm glad she was able to help. Hey, why don't you go get dressed and we'll go to the party? Karen would be surprised to see you there. I talked to her at Southfork and she said you told her to go without you. Can you honestly say you don't want to spend New Year's Eve with her?” Christopher stared into his cup of water. “No, I can't say that.” “Great. We'll stop by Southfork…I'm sure she's already gone, but you can still surprise her at the party.”
Ellie had called ahead to make sure parents would be there—she didn't want Donna to have to worry about anything. She spotted J.R. across the room and walked to him. Clayton followed. “J.R., how is Justin?” “He's gonna be just fine Momma—wish I could say the same thing for that Mother of his.” “Are you still planning on pursuing suing her for custody of Justin?” Clayton asked. J.R. sipped his drink and shot Clayton a 'keep out of my business' look, but answered the question anyway, just so his mother would know. “Yes Clayton. I don't think I have much of a choice. The longer Justin stays with Cally, the more danger he's in. That woman is insane I tell you.” Clayton nodded. “J.R., I hate to agree with you, but your getting custody of Justin right now might be the best thing—at least until Cally is well.” J.R. hated to admit it, but he was glad Farlow was on his side. It never hurt to have another ally. Miss Ellie took J.R.'s hand. “J.R., you know I'm on your side. I hate to see Cally hurt, but this will be beneficial to everyone in the long run. She needs psychiatric help.” J.R. noticed Sue Ellen and Jack staring in his direction. He turned away from them. How much did Sue Ellen know? He felt it best to avoid her for the night. That would cut down his chances of being exposed, and he knew that if anyone could expose him, it was Sue Ellen—as much as he hated to admit it. Cliff and Afton walked up to the three. “Hi Miss Ellie, you're looking radiant tonight.” Cliff smiled at her. “And hello Clayton.” Miss Ellie smiled. “Hello Cliff and Afton. Congratulations on your engagement. I'm glad you two have managed to get over your differences and get to this point.” She opted not to mention Cliff's recent attempt to drill near Southfork—she didn't want to ruin the party. J.R. made eye contact with Afton and he walked over to the refreshment table, filling his cup up with punch. Afton excused herself and joined him. “Hi J.R.” “Afton.” “Disappointed?” “Why the hell would I be disappointed?” “About Cliff and I getting married. You and I did share something special on the cruise that year.” Afton thought back to the promise she made to herself. 1999 would be over in a little over three hours and she knew she wouldn't be Mrs. J.R. Ewing—but she didn't care. She was back with Cliff now. “Not at all. I've got other interests now Afton.” “Like what?” she asked. “That's for me to know and for you not to find out. But anyway…congratulations on your little engagement to Barnes. I'll cross my fingers that this one lasts more than a year. Lord knows you're too good for that man, but you don't seem to realize that.” J.R. left his cup on the table and walked away. She turned around and was startled to see a man standing behind her. “Are you Afton Cooper?” he said. “Yes. Who are you?” “Rex Wentworth. It's a pleasure to meet you Miss Cooper.” Afton smiled. So this was Rex Wentworth. He was much like she had originally pictured. “It's a pleasure to meet you too. And thank you for including my family in this glorious celebration tonight.” “My pleasure. I'm glad that you could attend.” Afton's smile faded. She sensed that this man was coming across as a bit superficial. What was he hiding? “It was nice meeting you, but I think I'll find Cliff now.” “Oh, maybe you'll lead me to him? I've been looking forward to meeting Cliff. Unfortunately, we haven't crossed paths in Dallas yet and Pam hasn't introduced us.” “No need for Pam to introduce us.” Cliff joined them and extended his hand. “I'm Cliff Barnes.” Rex shook Cliff's hand. “Rex Wentworth. I'm glad we could finally meet.” Cliff decided to cut right to the chase. Already he didn't like this man, just from what Pam had told him. “I hope you're nothing like your half-sister. Katherine was a looney toon and I'm glad she's gone. The last thing we need is another one like her running rampant through Dallas.” Rex smiled, trying to hide his dislike for Cliff. “I assure you, I am nothing like your description of Katherine.” “Good then. We have nothing to worry about. Nice party.” Cliff took Afton's hand and they walked away. Across the room, hidden from Rex's view by a large planter full of exotic palm trees, Iris and J.R. met. “J.R., I'm glad you made it. I was worried you might not come, with your son being sick and all. I'm really sorry about that.” “Oh, Justin's just fine. He'll be released in a day or so and he'll be just like new.” Iris smiled and peered through the palm fronds. Rex was talking to someone across the room. “You look handsome tonight.” “And you are stunning, as usual Iris.” “Thank you. I hate that we have to meet on the sly like this, but it's the only way right now—at least until Rex is out of the picture.” “What? What are you planning?” “Divorce perhaps? Maybe murder. Rex has a lot of enemies…wouldn't be much to frame one of them.” J.R. wasn't sure, but he thought she was joking. She had always been a woman full of surprises. Across the way, John Ross continued to scan the room in an attempt to see if Melissa had shown up yet. As he was looking at the door, Karen walked in, wearing a flowing blue evening gown. Her hair was curled and partially tied up. She looked beautiful. “Karen, you look gorgeous tonight.” He smiled at her and she returned the smile. “Hi John Ross. You don't look so bad yourself. Where's Melissa?” John Ross glanced at his watch. “Good question. She was supposed to meet me here, but she hasn't shown up yet.” “Well, Christopher's not coming tonight. He seemed upset, but he said he was sick.” “That's too bad.” John Ross couldn't believe Christopher hadn't told her yet. “Ok. Here's an idea. Don't read into this or anything, but since we're both dateless for the time being, would you care to dance?” Karen took his hand and they danced as I Will Remember You played over the sound system. John Ross knew he still carried a torch for her that would probably never burn out, but she was married now. He had accepted that and he loved Melissa now—just not like he'd loved Karen.
Melissa held her seatbelt strap in her hand and stared ahead at the road. “Just be careful. We'll get there.” “Yeah, but at this rate, it'll be next millennium before we do.” A car suddenly appeared over the hill, lights on bright. Blinded, Christopher struggled to find the road. Instead, the car careened off the road and crashed through a clearing full of snow. Finally, it came to a stop several yards away from the road. Christopher immediately looked over at Melissa. She was leaning back in her seat. “Melissa? Are you alright?” “I think so? My life hasn't stopped flashing before my eyes yet…gimme a second.” Christopher cranked the car, but it was stuck in the snow. He stepped out of the car to inspect the. “Sides are scraped up from hitting a couple of trees. Other than that, I'd say we were both lucky we landed in a clearing.” “So much for the party. Did you bring your cell phone with you by any chance?” “No. Batteries were dead and I couldn't find the charger. No good.” Christopher walked away from the car and turned around. “Now what?”
Pam turned to her. “Yes he is.” Cliff joined them. “Pam, I don't like this. I also don't like the idea of him living at Southfork with you and Grace. We don't know what kind of man he is.” “I can take care of myself Cliff.” Pam sipped her drink. “When I find out more about Rex, I'll know what kind of move to make. But I do know one thing—he is up to no good. I think it's all too suspicious that he came to Southfork.” “What do you have planned?” Cliff asked. “Bobby hired a private investigator a while ago, but we haven't heard from him. So, I've hired my own—one of the best.” Pam watched as Rex walked to her and joined them. Iris was with him. “Enjoying the party Pam? Cliff?” Pam faked a smile. “Yes Rex, it's wonderful.” “Good. I do have a few more surprises in store for all of you.” Iris looked at Rex and noticed a glint in his eye. What was he planning? She knew perfectly well what Rex was capable of. She smiled at them an excused herself, looking for J.R. She found him standing near the balcony and motioned him outside. Once the balcony doors were shut, she spoke. “J.R., my husband is up to something.” “What else is new?” “No…this is different. I can sense it.” Iris heard the balcony door open and she pulled herself against the wall. A row of columns blocked their view, but she recognized the voice as Rex's. Not knowing that anyone was on the balcony with him, Rex took out his cellular phone and dialed. “Yes, is everything in place for tonight? Well see to it that it is.” Rex listened for several more seconds, then hung up the phone and walked back inside. J.R. could see the concern in Iris' eyes. She had never been one to overreact. “Okay Iris, what do we do? I admit…I don't know that much about your husband.” “We have to get out of here. Let's go somewhere where he'll never find us…Fiji or something.” “Honey, I'm sorry, but I've got things goin' on here in Dallas. I can't leave.” Iris heard Rex's voice, talking over the speaker system. She and J.R. walked inside. Rex was standing at the front of the room, speaking into a microphone. “And I'm sorry to say that my wife and I will be leaving before midnight. We have another engagement that we must attend, but please…do not let this interfere with the party. Everyone feel free to carry on!” Pam turned to Cliff and whispered. “Why is he so anxious to leave?” Cliff shrugged. “I dunno…but I don't buy his reason…there's more here that what meets the eye.” Meanwhile, on the rooftop, Karen looked out over the city. It looked so peaceful and she wondered what was going on in each little apartment scattered throughout Dallas. She began to speak softly to herself. “I wonder how many other women are spending New Year's Eve without the man they love?” She thought about Christopher and wondered why he had never shown up. Unbeknownst to her, John Ross stood nearby in the shadows. He stepped out and walked to her. “Karen, I'm sorry about Christopher—I feel bad for you.” She turned around and met his gaze. They were both feeling the same thing. Neither Melissa nor Christopher had shown. “You're in the same boat. It's hard being without the one you love at a time like this…” John Ross hesitated, then spoke softly. “I'm not really without the one I love.” Karen turned away. “Don't do this to yourself. What we had was over a long time ago…” “Was it really? For you I mean…can you really say you don't have feelings for me anymore?” “That was a long time ago.” John Ross laughed. “A long time ago? It hasn't quite been two years yet. You call that a long time ago?” “You know what I mean.” “No I don't. Why don't you tell me?” “Another topic…please.” John Ross paused. “Okay. How's this…I'm leaving Dallas tomorrow or the next day.” Karen turned back and faced him, shocked. “What? Why?” “I'm sick of Dallas and I'm sick of J.R. What does this place have to offer me anyway? If I'd never brought you to Dallas, then you and I would still be together—married and starting a family maybe…” “John Ross, don't go…” “Why not? Give me one reason why I shouldn't pack up and leave.” “Your family is here.” “Family? What family? The mother who spends all her time at the office trying to get the best of J.R.? The 'father', who sabotages my one chance to be successful? The cousin who stole the woman I loved the second I slipped into a coma? No…I don't have much of a family here in Dallas, now do I?” Karen was silent. “What about Megan?” John Ross had thought long and hard about that. Once he was settled in his new home elsewhere, he intended to sue for custody of her. “I'll worry about that later.” “And Melissa?” “We've talked about this. She's a very high-ranking officer who could get a position at almost any police department in the U.S. She has nothing keeping her here in Dallas…” “Well…I wish I could change your mind. You're still a great friend to me…” John Ross pulled her to him and kissed her, before she realized what was happening. At first she tried to pull away, but soon she gave way to him and returned the kiss. He pulled away. “I'm sorry Karen. I had to do that before I leave. I'm gonna head home now…I've got lots of crap to do—need to check on Melissa and see what's up with her.” Karen nodded and their eyes met for a second longer, then he went back inside. Back on the Oil Baron's Club floor, Rex approached Iris. “Come on, we need to go.” Iris pulled away. “Why? What's the big hurry? And who gives you the right to decide that for me? I happen to be enjoying myself here.” Rex looked at his watch. Time was ticking… In a hidden place at the Oil Baron's Club, a bomb ticked quietly… Back in the main room, Rex turned and walked away. “Suit yourself Iris. I have somewhere to be and whether you are with me or not, it doesn't matter.” Pam, Bobby, and Cliff approached Iris. “What's his hurry?” Pam asked. Bobby scanned the room. “Pam, something isn't right here…something just doesn't connect. What time is it?” “Close to midnight.” At that, the countdown to the new millennium began. The crowd chanted the numbers that flashed on the countdown clock above the door—it was in sync with the bomb. “He's right,” Cliff interjected. “Why the hell was Rex in such a hurry to get out of here?” The bomb continued ticking and the crowd counted down the seconds, albeit unknowingly, to their demise… 8… 7… Pam was deep in thought. J.R. approached them. “Pam, your little house-guest has something planned for tonight. We overheard him talking to someone on the phone outside…” 6… 5… Lucy walked to them. “Guys, did you hear? They found someone snooping around in the back room.” “What? Who?” 4… 3… “I dunno…but it is New Year's Eve…maybe it's a terrorist,” Lucy said jokingly. 2… 1…
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