In the Stewarts' house on a Saturday morning. Robbie and Grandpa, Malcolm Stewart, are speaking with each other in the kitchen.
Robbie:	The mailman just dropped some mail in our box, Grandpa.
Grandpa:	Probably a lot of advertising and bills. [joking] Why don't you write to me, Robbie, so I can get some interesting mail? [He goes to the patio to plant some seeds.]
Robbie:	[He enters the patio and looks through the mail.] You were right, Grandpa. Advertising, bills, bills, advertising.
Grandpa:	It's just like I said, Robbie. Nothing interesting.
Robbie:	You won't believe it, Grandpa, but there's a letter here addressed to you, Mr. Malcolm Stewart, and it looks like a personal letter.
Grandpa:	Oh, it must be a bill.
Robbie:	I don't think so. The return name and address is Pete Waters, RFD Number 1, Chesterton.
Grandpa:	You're joking. Pete Waters?
Robbie:	Pete Waters, RFD Number 1, Chesterton. You know him?
Grandpa:	Do I know Pete Waters? You bet I do! [He takes the letter from Robbie.] He was my roommate in college. He visited with Grandma and me in Florida about five years ago. [He opens the letter.]
Robbie:	What does he say? Is he OK?
Grandpa:	[reading] Yeah, he's fine. Just fine. He's writing to invite me to spend a weekend with him at his farm. He's planning a get-together with two or three other college friends. Kind of a fifty-year anniversary reunion.
Robbie:	Sounds like fun. Fifty years? Wow!
Grandpa:	It sounds like fun to me, too, Robbie.
Robbie:	What kind of farm does he have?
Grandpa:	I've never been there, Robbie, but he has chickens and cows and all. That means fresh eggs and fresh milk.
Robbie:	Does he have a family?
Grandpa:	No. He doesn't, Robbie. He never married. He's not as lucky as I am to have a family and grandchildren. I'm a lucky man.
Robbie:	How come he never got married?
Grandpa:	That's a good question, Robbie. A very good question. He never married because the girl he was in love with in college married someone else. As simple as that. He never got over it.
Robbie:	He must have loved her very much.
Grandpa:	Yes. Very much. Lillian Winters. She was in our class.
Robbie:	And what happened?
Grandpa:	She was in love with Donald McGrath, the quarterback on our football team.
Robbie:	Football players are always popular with the ladies.
Grandpa:	She liked Pete, and they went to dances together. But her heart was with Donald.
Robbie:	Did he ever get over it?
Grandpa:	No, he never did.
Robbie:	Where is she today?
Grandpa:	I don't know. Maybe Lillian will be at the reunion.
Robbie:	You think so?
Grandpa:	Pete's full of surprises.
Robbie:	I wish I could go there with you, Grandpa. What do you think the surprise will be?
Grandpa:	With Pete, you never know, Robbie.
Robbie:	Won't it be exciting to see all your college friends there again?
Grandpa:	It is already. I'm kind of excited about going now. [He thinks aloud.] Next weekend ... sleep over Friday and Saturday night and come back Sunday. I can't wait!
Robbie:	Don't you think you ought to call Pete and tell him you're coming?
Grandpa:	You're reading my mind, Robbie.