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graduate school. In my mind our wedding was imminent; I had to be with him. My boss was applying for another grant to support additional staff and said she would be pleased to have me on her team. I promised to keep in touch with her – it was something to fall back on if Greg stayed in Pittsburgh.
    Greg was interviewing in Harrisburg for most of my last week in Pittsburgh. I was selfishly disappointed and he promised to come back on Tuesday so we could spend the rest of the week together. Greg called Tuesday night apologizing for feeling torn between coming back to see me and spending a few days with his parents. We made dinner plans for Thursday – that was the last day of my internship and we planned to meet when I got off work at four-thirty.
    I was feeling a little tired and had every intention of going home after dinner. When we left Red Lobster, Greg drove to his apartment. Greg said he needed to feel me in his arms before I left. Although I didn’t feel like making love, it seemed like the natural order of things.
    â€œI’m going to miss you,” he told me running his index finger down my back. “How will I make it to December?”
    â€œI don’t know how I’m going to get through the next two weeks.” I snuggled against him.
    â€œFourteen days until I meet Reverend Allen.” He paused and coyly smiled. “Will I measure up?”
    â€œI’m sure my mom will like you.” I kissed him.
    â€œGirl, you made my summer wonderful.” Greg changed the subject. “Let’s savor these moments.”
    â€œHow wonderful?” I asked teasingly, pulling away from him.
    â€œIt’s not the sex, it’s you. You’re a jewel.” He pulled me closer to him.
    â€œAre you working a double shift tomorrow?” I whined.
    â€œUnfortunately, but call me Saturday night. I’m off at ten.”
    I slept wrapped in his love. In the morning I would wake up in his arms.
    Andrea was making coffee when I came in the door at seven o’clock on Friday morning. She shook her head but didn’t say a word. Alicia was sitting in the dining room, she didn’t say anything either. There was no need trying to rationalize my decision to spend the night with Greg – I knew they wouldn’t understand because they didn’t believe he loved me.
    I went to my room and couldn’t decide what to do next. I needed to pack my clothes because my bus was leaving at nine the next morning. I also needed something to wear to the luncheon reception for the interns at noon. My head was starting to hurt and my body ached like I was coming down with the flu. I set the alarm clock for ten-thirty and stretched out across the bottom of my bed – packing would have to wait.

    It was one-thirty before I left Pittsburgh. My body was tired and it was hard to get out of bed Saturday morning. Alicia agreed I might be coming down with a summer flu, Andrea thought my body was sleep deprived. My headache wouldn’t let me dispute her, and I didn’t want to leave on a bad note, so I let her fuss as she drove down Penn Avenue. We promised to write, call and visit and then we tookpictures in the booth in the bus station. I thanked my cousins again and hugged them before boarding the bus.
    Thoughts of Greg consumed me on the bus ride home. Love had never been real before him. Mrs. Gregory Henderson, I thought to myself – the doctor’s wife. There was no doubt of our love. Mom had no idea of the seriousness of our relationship, but it would be apparent in Greg’s eyes when he looked at me. Nana would have been disappointed that I gave myself to Greg before marriage; still I believed she was happy for me. I thanked her for the wisdom seeds – joy, love, happiness and peace – they were all mine. One day Greg and I would be writing love letters to each other on Valentine’s Day just like Nana and Grandpa Booker. I would share the letters with my