Based on a summary of Episode #3379 of The Edge of Night, which aired on CBS Television 3.April.1969
ORCHARD HILL MANOR
HOME OF THE GRIMSLEYS & THE CAPICES
The Living Room
“Okay, I admit it,” Sara-Louise snaps. “I’ve been running away from father’s condition. I don’t want to be here...”
“Surely, you want your father to recover?” cries Louise.
“Of course, I do. I miss father. But you, mother. You’ve changed. For weeks you’ve payed me little to no attention. I thought of even posting an ad in a personal column, sending a telegram or a picture postcard to remind you I exist.”
“Oh, Sara! Darling. I’m sorry I’ve been so preoccupied. So consumed with your father’s condition. Forgive me. Really. I wasn’t aware. Darling, you know I truly love you,” Louise stands up. “What if I promise to be more attentive as I should have been as a proper mother? Philip and I fought so hard to have you as our daughter. I feel that I am your real mother. That I created you for this world with all the love I feel in my heart and the family I wanted and do have with you and Philip.”
“You are my real mother. Oh, I wish to never know the wretched other who bore me...”
Christopher North (1969-70) played Sara-Louise Capice, teenage daughter of Phil and Louise., granddaughter of Winston and Mattie Lane-Grimsley, neice of Mike and Nancy Karr, first cousin of Laurie Ann Karr. Sara is named for Mike Karr's first wife, deceased Sara Lane-Karr, and Winston Grimsley's deceased first wife, Louise's mother, also named Louise.
“Promise me you won’t stay away from us any longer. I worry so much about you. I’ve missed you even more than you would ever know.”
“Oh, I’ve missed you, too, mother. So very much. I needed to talk to you...but you...you were never available.”
“I am available now for whatever is troubling my baby girl,” says Louise stretching out her arms. “I am here forevermore.”
Rushing into her mother’s arms, Sara-Louise embraces Louise and vows, “I promise to spend more time at home. With you and father, grandfather and grandmother, too. I won't run away again. I’ll be here for all of you,” she smirks looking into space and thinking more of brooding Calvin working under her thumb at Orchard Hill. Any consideration of Calvin makes Sara’s heart beat faster.
In a brightly lit stainless steel kitchen as frosty as a sterile condition hospital, Calvin makes Sara-Louise a club sandwich at a long counter underneath a window overlooking a garden. Sara-Louise sits behind a block table, her hands are folded under her chin as she gazes up at Calvin’s every movement. She is enraptured by Calvin’s enduring presence and desires nothing more than Calvin Brenner.
At last, Calvin finishes and Sara applauds as Calvin swaggers over with her sandwich. Putting the dish before Sara who grins, Calvin advises Sara to spend more time like Calvin does with Sara-Louise and to give Louise more support during Philip’s critical illness. “Louise is under much pressure,” he reminds her. “Surely, she would be grateful for a daughter there to hold her hand while she goes through this painful ordeal.”
Sara whitens as she fumes, “You think I’m not concerned about my father?”
“I would never believe that,” Calvin hands her a cloth napkin.
Sara snatches it. “Or that I don’t care about my never-there-society mother?”
“I believe you care very deeply about the both of them,” Calvin notes, now pouring Sara a tall glass of milk and then sitting down in the opposite chair in front of Sara at the table. “You’re a smart girl. No, I mean, you are a smart, beautiful young woman with a genuine heart of gold any parent would be proud to have as a daughter.”
“You really think I’m attractive?” Sara blushes. “That I’m...that I’m beautiful?’
“You’re a breath of fresh air in a room full of dull senseless men.”
“You describe yourself. Only you're not dull..." Then batting her blonde eyelatches, Sara feels a warm tingle and whispers calmly. "Or senseless...”
“When I pursue the thing I want,” An abrupt smile crosses Calvin’s thin tight lips. “I’m more than a guy out for just kicks. I will have the object of my desire.”
“What if that object doesn’t reciprocate?”
“Then I’ll re-invent the wheel until it does.”
Sara-Louise considers that and nibbles her sandwich, staring deeply into Calvin’s hypnotic blue eyes.