<strong>George w/Beth in Entryway to Livingroom</strong><br/><br/>George nearly smacked himself in the head.  He was allowing his emotions to override his sensibilities.  "I'm so sorry.  I was caught up in the memories.  Do you know I can still picture you in my head sitting on the patio watching me cut the lawn.  You were a lot smaller then, of course.  God, I miss the old days a bit.  I can't actually tell you how happy I am to see you.  It's like some of my past has come back, makes me feel young again."  George paused to look at her again, seeing the young girl for a moment and then realizing how much she had grown up.  "But where are my manners, please accompany me to the living room, we have refreshments."<br/><br/>George held out his arm for Beth to place hers into.  Then he brought her into the living room where Fred was sitting on the couch talking to Vicki standing there looking magnificent.  "Vicki - you have some explaining to do."  George said cheerfully.  "How come you never told me who your friend was?  But first things first, Miss...it is miss, right?  Miss Bethany Haywood, I would like to introduce Mr. Frederick Walther , an old college friend of both Vicki and I.  Actually, mostly Vicki, to tell the truth.  Sometimes I think if I hadn't swept her off her feet, Old Fred here would have married her."  George was puzzled as to why he had just said that.  It's what he had thought for years, but this wasn't really the time or place to bring it up.