"So it's true then… Everything that ghost… your mother… said was true," Wayne says after she reveals that she has found the grave.
     "Maybe, Wayne. Like she said, why would she have reason to lie? And why would she want to-to hurt my grandmother if what she said wasn't true?" She shakes her head, as if she is trying to force herself to understand.
     "Listen, I think it would be best…" she trails off, unsure of how to continue.
     "You think it would be best if we never told anyone what really happened last night?" he asks.
     Melinda nods in relief.
     "I think that's a good idea, Melinda," he says softly. "I've already taken care of… of the death report." He hesitates over the last words and puts a hand over Melinda's. "I promise to never tell another soul, Melinda. I promise," he says softly. He gets up and leans over her chair, kissing her softly on the lips.
     She smiles, her lips warm from his kiss. "Thank you, Wayne. I appreciate that."
     His eyes are sad as he gently touches her face. "Are you sure you'll be ok tonight and tomorrow?"
     She nods. "Of course. And besides, you need to get home to your… to your family," she finishes quickly, blushing.
     He looks away as if stung. He doesn't comment on what she has just said. "I'll see you tomorrow evening, then, at the funeral."
     "Ok," she says softly, quietly dreading the torment she has to go through the next day.