Forty minutes later they are seated in the lavishly decorated dining room of Le Poisson Rouge, enjoying one of the most expensive and delicious meals either of them has ever tasted. It seems like they talk about everything over dinner. Melinda feels as if she never really knew Greg until now. He reveals himself to be more than just a goofy, fun loving guy. He is sensitive and passionate about medicine, something that Melinda can relate to, and something that she admires greatly.      It is over coffee that Melinda begins telling him the details of her childhood, and most recently, the events that occurred in the spring while her grandmother was sick. She had already told him that her father disappeared, but not why.      "It's a complete mystery, Greg," she says, sipping her coffee pensively. "I remember hearing them fighting, and my mother mentioned something about him not caring about us, how she couldn't live like this anymore, whatever that means. A few days later, she was gone, too." She frowns and shakes her head. "I don't know. I don't have the answers."      "Did they seem to have a good relationship?" Greg asks.      "I thought so. But you know how it is when you're a child. You have a hard time seeing things for what they really are. To tell you the truth, I suspect my grandmother played a hand in my parents' disappearance," she says, looking at him to determine his reaction to her last statement.      He nods, unfazed by her revelation. "What about your mother? Did you ever discover what happened to her?"      She hesitates and cocks her head to the side. "Greg, you wouldn't believe me if I told you. My mother is no longer living. I know she didn't just up and disappear like my father did. She's dead."      "Oh my god, Melinda. I didn't know. I'm sorry," he says, genuine sympathy in his eyes.      She smiles and shakes her head. "It's ok. I mourned my mother a long time ago when she left. I learned about her death around the same time my grandmother died." She laughs. "And you wonder why I was so quiet and resistant to your advances when we first met."      He laughs too, remembering. "I'll tell you one thing. I am so happy… I feel so lucky, that you eventually gave in and went out with me," he says, turning serious.      She smiles and puts a hand over his. There is an electricity there she has never felt before and she feels her heart skip a beat in response. "It was the best thing I ever did, Greg," she says. "The best." A wave of happiness rushes over her suddenly and her heart begins beating fast. 'I'm falling for him,' she thinks.      He nods his head in the direction of the dance floor and offers her his hand.      "Would you care to dance with me?"      She puts her hand in his and nods. "I would love to, Greg."