As Walter was taken away to feed, Meredith approached Rose. She was looking better than she had that morning, their shared moment of grief had helped enormously. She hugged Rose, "I'm so happy for you, my dear Rose."
Looking deep into her eyes, Rose said, "I wish I could say the same for you, Meredith."
"I've had many, many happy years, and wonderful memories with John, Rose. You've had nothing like that with Walter. You deserve some happiness now."
Rose looked unsure all of a sudden, looking down at her feet and squeezing her hands together nervously, "I don't think so, Meredith. Look at him. He's young. I am old. We can't possibly be together now."
"Why ever not? Technically, you are a similar age. Besides, what's wrong with a boy toy?" she replied, smiling. "Rose, you deserve to be
