The thought is too much to handle. She crumples the letter in her hand and gets up suddenly, knocking the chair over in her anger and haste. ‘I have to get to Greg,’ she thinks almost wildly. ‘I have to tell him how much I love him. I have to tell him.’      She rushes towards the door and collides with a waiter holding a tray of drinks. “Oh, I am so sorry!” she exclaims, bending down to pick up the shards of broken glass she has created.      “That’s ok, Melinda. You don’t have to worry about it.”      Her head snaps up and she inhales sharply. She is face to face with Ralph.