Wednesday, October 26, 1910
Jean put the sign Tommy had made for his charity drive for the Outlook Children's Home in a window just to the right of the door. She pulled down the metal cage and locked the door. She went half-way up the steps. She stopped at the landing to take off her shoes and rub her feet. She took her shoes and placed them by the top step. She stood in the upstairs hallway.
On her left was Emily's room, which Sarah now used. On her right was Robert and David's old room. When David married and moved out, it was turned into general family storage. She slowly opened it and turned on the light. She took a moment to survey the boxes. One set of boxes was marked, "Robert and David" another set was "Emily."
She opened the first box: Robert. She wore a warm smile as she put her fingers into his blue knit cap. She remembered holding him when he was a baby.
She became overwhelmed with memories skipping across her mind.
In the next memory, Will was holding Robert's hands as he was learning to walk.
She saw two boys in a sudsy bathtub. She chuckled as she heard her voice say, "Marty Conrad did you drink that shampoo?"
Next, Robert and Martin Conrad were tying little David to a chair and dancing around him like Indians.
Robert is sporting a black eye. He is standing beside a very young looking Julius. "The drunk tried to pick a fight with Robert, but, he would not fight back. He held him on the floor of the train station which gave me enough time to run down there and nab the perpetrator. It's my first arrest!"
An old man standing behind a podium. "And graduating at the top of his class… James Robert Clementine." Cheers filled the hall.
A couple of years passed. "Mother, this is Christine Kelly. We want to get married."
Christine Clementine is smiling and handing Jean a new born baby. "Oh, I am going to love being a grandmother."
She opened a box marked David. Inside was a blue knit cap with a penguin embroidered on the front.
"Where's Davy? Where's Davy?" The little boy baby moved his hands from his face. "There he is!"
A little boy in his underwear running up to her: "Can Davy come out and play?" A very young looking Paula runs up right behind him and snatches him away. "Mikey you're as hard headed as your father."
Will and Michael Conrad are standing outside.
Michael announced, "Ladies, guess what happened today?"
A nine-year-old David steps from behind Will and holds up a dead rabbit.
Will ruffled his hair. "Happy birthday son."
A disenchanted ten-year-old. "Mom, I don't want to work in a bakery. I'll turn into a girl!"
At sixteen, David is kneading some bread. He says to his mother, "I like math a lot. I could be an architect."
A flash from a camera. David is in a cap and gown.
David hugs Jean and spins her around. "On behalf of the board of trustees of Rocky Mountain University...."
They are standing outside looking at a house. David says, "Notice the high arches on each window? I wanted to play with the light on this one."
Jean's flood of memories about David ceased.
She grabbed a box marked "Emily." Once again, waves of memories crashed over her.
She held a pink knitted cap with a red rose in the front. David and Robert were standing beside the bed. A baby was asleep on Jean's blanketed chest. "God sent his little angel from heaven. She was hiding in my tummy."
A three-year-old Emily is dressed like a butterfly. She is slowly twirling on a stage. "The Bible tells me so."
A five-year-old Emily runs up to her. "Mommy! Mommy! This is Sarah! We're already best-friends!"
A six-year-old Emily is holding up a picture she has drawn. "And here is the bakery. This smile is daddy. This smile is you, mommy. And this smile is me."
Jean chuckles to a seven-year-old Emily. "No, we do not sell chocolate donuts that have hit the floor."
The next scene is Jean's hand. It stirs up particles of flour as it slices through the air. Eight-year-old Emily has a look of terror on her face. Jean's hands slowly moves to her. She slaps her. "Do you have any idea how much that cake cost?"
Emily slowly shook her head, no. The tears falling down her face changed her image. It was now Jean at age eight. A hand was swooshing through the air. The hand belonged to Jean's mother, Mildred Baugh. It hit little Jean's face. "Do you have any idea how much that cake costs?" Little Jean put her hands over her face. When she took them away it was little Emily's face. Jean slapped her again. Jean screams, "I asked you a question!"
In the next scene, Emily is eight-years-old. She is hiding in the sheets of her bed. Jean grabs her by the hair and tosses her to the ground. She kicks her in the rear. Emily goes sailing across the room and bumps her head on the door. Jean is screaming, "Janice is never coming back because of you! I hate you Emily! I hate you!" Will rushes into the room. He practically tackles Jean to prevent her from hitting Emily with a wooden hanger.
A younger Paula Conrad is speaking with Jean. They are sitting at a table. Paula whispers, "Jean, Will has taken Robert, David and Emily to see his parents in Marion. He has told me that you've been hitting Emily. Jean, this must stop. You need help."
Jean kicks open the door to her room. A nine-year-old Emily grabs the bed post and screams, "Go away!"
Jean gasps when she looks in her coffee cup. There is a roach in it. A ten-year-old Emily is laughing.
Jean runs into a bathroom. An eleven-year-old Emily is standing on a chair in front of a mirror with scissors she has cut off almost all of her hair. She sticks her tongue out at Jean.
Maynard Jackson looks younger he is speaking softly to Jean. "Look, I know that twelve-year-old girls can be flirts, but, well, she really embarrassed Pete today."
Jean and Will are standing outside in the snow. "What would possess a fourteen-year-old girl to run off into the woods during a blizzard?"
The next scene is the storefront of the bakery. Various people come in, speak and then fade away.
Paula: "She gave Sarah an erotic novel about a pirate!"
Lucille: "I told her I don't sell see-thru lingerie."
Mrs. Grayson: "It wasn't meringue on the top, it was soap."
Crystal: "And then she went on to describe circumcision in explicit detail using non-Biblical colloquialisms."
Stranger: "The cake was supposed to say, 'Enjoy P-A-R-I-S.'"
Michael Conrad: "Somehow she managed to put her own picture on the dollar bill."
The seasons quickly pass-by.
Mrs. Grayson appears a year older: "I'm sorry but, we had to expel her."
Julius is older and sporting a mustache: "Emily's in jail. She's drunk again."
Emily is looking older, has her hair is cropped, and she is rolling her eyes.
Jean is yelling, "Why couldn't you've gone to college like Lynn and Sarah?"
Emily snaps back, "I didn't want to. Now do you want the baby or should I give it to that orphanage in Outlook?"
Sarah is older. She is wearing a sleek dress and is standing with a little boy. "No, ma'am. I haven't heard from her in years." She puts her hand on a little boy's shoulder. "Come on, Lewis. You got your donut. Let's go." They walk out the door and into a fancy car.
A young man asks, "Aunt Emily? Grandma, I never met her."
Robert Clementine has a receding hairline. "Mom, if Emily were alive then she would've been here for dad's funeral."
David and Robert are standing in the store front. They are both much, much older. "Mom, this hasn't been a bakery in many years. Emily disappeared when she was twenty-one. Dad died and you moved to the nursing home down the street. Remember? We really should be leaving."
Fade to black.
The dream is ended.
"Jean?" Will's voice snapped her out of her dream. "Jean? Sweetheart, are you alright?"
She had fallen asleep on a pile of clothes. 
"I had a strange dream. I was up here getting clothes. Tommy Grossman wants to help out an orphanage in Outlook and I thought...."
Jean stopped. Tears welled up in her eyes.
Will cautiously walked in. He whispered, "What is it?"
Jean tried to speak but she was overcome with emotions.
She wailed, "Emily hates me! Emily hates me!"
Will put an arm around her. "Jeanie, Emily doesn't hate you."
"Yes she does! Yes she does! I'd hate me too."
Will held her and let her cry.
He said optimistically, "Look, why don't you just call Emily and talk to her?"
Jean sniffled. "I can't."
"Why not?"
"I just..." She shook her head. "I just can't."
"Elizabeth Jean Clementine, are you letting that Irish pride stop you from doing what you should?"
"She won't want to talk to me."
Will let her cry some more.
He sighed. "Perhaps you're right."
He kissed her forehead. "Don't call her. As a matter of fact, I insist that you don't call her. Now then, I am going for a walk."
He got up and left.
Jean dried her eyes with her hands. She stood up and carefully listened as Will walked through the backdoor.
In Kalispell, Montana, Lynn, Emily, Running Bear and Mindy were all in a hotel room looking over a map.
Running Bear said, "Right there, that's where it is. They've got a dulcimer factory."
Emily bemoaned, "That sounds dull."
Mindy shrugged. "It has culture, we need a little more of that and...."
The phone rang in the other room.
Lynn jumped up and ran to the other room.
Emily kept on reviewing the schedule.
Lynn stepped to the door. "It's your mother."
Emily mouthed, "My mother?" 
"Yes! Yes! Your mother, the one who runs a bakery!"
Emily sneered. "Who died?"
Lynn rolled her eyes. "Answer it!"
Mindy said, "We can look at this later."
Emily nervously walked into the other room. She shut the door. "Mom?"
"Hi, Emily. I, um, I just wanted to know how you were."
Emily sighed. "I'm not drunk, pregnant, smoking or broke, ok?"
"Wait, dear, that's not what I meant. I mean, how are you?"
Emily was confused. "I'm fine. We were just looking at our production schedule."
"That's nice." Jean swallowed. "You know, I grew up in Kalispell."
"Really? Oh, oh yeah. I remember now. Didn't I come here when I was five or six?"
"You did, that was the last time I talked to my mother." Jean wiped away a tear. "We um...," she cleared her throat. "My mother and I had an argument about something pointless. So, I never talked to her again."
Emily tilted her head. "I was fourteen when grandma died. You hadn't talked to her in eight years?"
Jean nodded and wiped away a tear. "We sure hadn't."
"Wow! I didn't realize how much you two didn't get along. You never talk about your childhood."
Jean thought for a second. "Baugh Bakery was just a few blocks down from the hotel you're in. It was across the street from a fire-station."
Emily replied, "There is a School for the Arts there now. We came to Kalispell to shoot footage of it."
"Oh that's interesting."
"Yeah."
"Emily?"
"Yes, mom?"
"I...."
There was dead silence. Emily's hands were shaking.
Jean sighed. "I want to tell you how much I love you. I am so proud of the woman you've become."
Emily teared up. She whispered, "Really?"
"Yes! Emily, I am glad you are my daughter."
Emily continued shaking. She accidentally dropped the phone. "Ooops!" She quickly picked it back up. "Mom, are you still there?"
"I am sweetie."
"I," she sniffed. "I miss you, mom."
Jean nodded. "I miss you too."
Neither said a word.
Jean finally broke the silence. "You'd probably better get back to your friends. Goodnight."
Emily wiped tears from her eyes. She nodded. "Um, you're right. Goodnight mom."
Emily hung up the phone. She looked to the ceiling and smiled.
