"Where can I meet you? When?" he asks.      She sighs again and runs a hand through her hair. "I don't know… Somewhere far away… Perhaps… No, we couldn't," she says, shaking her head.      "Where?"      She looks up at him. His eyes are locked on her.      She hesitates. "I was thinking we could meet at my old house, for old time's sake." She smiles a bit embarrassedly and then continues on. "The buyers gave me permission to go there and visit my mother's grave whenever I wanted. We could meet there…" she trails off, looking up at him expectantly.      "I think that's a great idea," he says. "Let's meet Saturday afternoon, around 1 o'clock. No one will miss us then."      She smiles a little and nods. "Ok."      He leans forward and whispers into her ear. "I can't wait to hold you in my arms again, Melinda. It's been too long."      She feels a shiver run through her, and she closes her eyes for a moment, as if to relish the feeling.      She hears voices behind her and looks up to see Greg walking towards her from a distance with someone else. It's a woman. They are deep in conversation. She frowns, straining her eyes to see the woman's face.      "Genevieve?" Wayne says, surprised. Melinda looks at him quickly, her eyes wide. He doesn't seem to notice her. He walks towards his wife, who is now looking at him and grinning.