Generations

"Hi, ma'am. I'm sorry to bother you, but a woman was wandering around your property. She looked lost. She told me she was waiting for a friend named Gayle and that she had dropped her off here. I didn't have the heart to watch the missus stand outside. I offered to let her sit in my car." He pointed toward the squad car and looked down at his clipboard. Flipping pages, he said, "She said her name is ..." He stopped and pointed to a line on his notepad.
"Pauline Graham," we said in unison.
"So, you know her?" The officer looked at me with cool eyes, smiled, and put down his notepad.
"Yes, sir." My voice was shaking. The moment I had waited a lifetime for was finally here, but I didn't know what to do. I was terrified about the thought of meeting her. It had been so many years.
I took a deep breath.