I woke up at 0430 hours and stared at the clock's radium impregnated dial and hands. I was always afraid that I'd be late for an exam or when a paper was due which was my premier, scary nightmare. I didn't know the nightmares that awaited me in my future I'd just deal with the crazy ones right now. I pushed the alarm tab in and got up, fumbled around for my flashlight and found my running clothes and got dressed for a long run. A lot had happened in a few days. It was cool enough outside where I could get a ten mile run in before class. It took about 90 minutes to cover that ten miles unlike the high school track days where the coach would crawl us for running 'slack times.' I walked the last quarter mile to the house to cool down. It didn't take long for me to sweat like I had cut a sweat artery. I walked into the garage and went into the house. Dad was surprised to see me coming in.
"Steven! How was the run?" he smiled. He looked good.
"It's good Dad. How're you feeling?" I smiled and went over and hugged him.
"Actually feel good right now. Tell me more about the meeting yesterday," he was really interested. I told him all the details and he smiled, "So Phylissia was on the committee? Did you know it beforehand?"
"No sir. She was very professional, very tough, Dean Kaplan was a bit of a pain though but I listened to him very carefully and answered his question and then put it back in his court. I don't think he liked that -- he voted against me but it was a 10-1 decision so when I graduate I'll have a BS/MS History undergrad and Mathematics in graduate level work along with a commission to 2nd Lieutenant."
He was proud of what had happened and of me, "You know son I got my GED in the Army. The Depression was hard so we had to work to help feed the younger ones. What you've accomplished is icing on the cake for Momma and me. We're proud of your courage too, son."
I must have had a strange look on my face, "Thanks Dad but it doesn't take courage to do what I've done it's just as you say butt-in-chair work so I did that thanks to yours and Mom's training."
"No Steven, with Phylissia. I couldn't do what you two are doing even if I had a love like yours. You have the courage of ten lions, son. Your brothers are terrified of you right now. They didn't know the courage in your good heart. I hope they come around. She's a fine young woman. I never thought I'd say that about a black woman or man but you've taught me something about living son."
"I wasn't trying to teach anyone anything Dad. I was respecting your wishes. You told me to bring her home so I did," I told him.
He patted my arm, "Let's eat some breakfast." He and I made coffee, scrambled some eggs, fried sausage and toasted some wheat bread. We ate our fill, talked and then cleaned up the dishes. It was a good morning with Dad I didn't know how many more there would be. He seemed to know it too.
I went to shower, shave and change for class. It didn't take long. I had my routine down to sixteen minutes. I gathered my books and papers and stuck my head in the den and told Dad, "I'm heading out Dad!"
He waved as he sipped coffee and read the paper in his chair with the dog in his lap -- they were a real pair of pals, "Have an easy day son and give Phylissia a kiss from Momma and me."
"Will do sir!" That was an easy one. I checked to make sure I had all my papers and books. Did one last check of the car and hit the road. I was at school earlier than usual so I went to Cullen to check my library books in and clean up the mess I made in the carrel. As I was walking toward Cullen Dr. Hunter hailed me, "Steven!"
I turned, "Hi Dr. Hunter!"
"How are you this morning? You're up early," he allowed.
"I couldn't sleep you know the old nightmare late for the final and all," I smiled and patted my briefcase.
"If you have your paper ready I'll take it and you don't even have to come to class," he was such a great teacher and friend.
"Oh and Mom sent you and Mrs. Hunter some shortbread," I told him as I set my books down.
"I'll take the shortbread first if you don't mind," he laughed.
I smiled, "Yeah her shortbread will give you a heart attack it's so rich."
"Yes indeed it will unless you have it with a cup of strong, black coffee," he smiled as he handled the foil-wrapped shortbread as though he was handling gold bullion. Then I handed him my paper. He smiled, "So did Phylissia read your paper?"
I was caught like a deer in the headlights, my face flushed red, "Yes sir."
"It's okay, I figured it out. She's a wonderful teacher and a sweet friend of ours. I had told her about you for quite a while I just didn't tell her your name," he confided.
I didn't know what to say. I was mortified for a lack of a better term.
"Steven? Steven?" Dr. Hunter was worried.
"I'm sorry sir I just can't think straight right now. I don't want anything to happen to Dr. Wright," I was shaking all over.
"Sit down here Steven. Let's get this straight between us. I wanted her to meet you she is so misunderstood by her students and colleagues. I know her as charming, intelligent and compassionate, but she apparently has the reputation of being a bitch when nothing could be further from the truth," he confided in me. "I noticed something different in her yesterday -- it was like a light switch had gone on in her -- she was different in a wholesome way, in a very human way. When I saw you and her together it was so obvious to me it was practically shouting from the rooftops. I don't want you to worry, I know you will even though I tell you not to worry. I hope you'll trust me with this. Okay I need to go and you need to have coffee with a beautiful sociologist whom I would bet is waiting to see her champion." With that he got up and headed toward his office with my final paper and Mom's shortbread.
I sat there like a lump of cold, wet clay. I finally got up and trudged over to Cullen and checked in the library books then went upstairs to the carrel, the door was partially open so I tapped on it and Lissia opened it. She was radiant, "Hi baby," her voice was husky and barely audible. The look on my face said it all as she pushed the door shut behind me, "Oh Steven what's wrong baby?"
I broke into a cold sweat, "Dr. Hunter knows for sure now."
She smiled, "I know -- he was just here. He told me that you're the young man he'd been trying to set me up with."
I sat down, "I am...I mean I have no idea what's going on..."
She patted my thighs, "Sweet lover listen to me...it's okay Dr. Hunter is a dear friend his wife Estelle is a black woman he met in France and he could bring her here because they were already married."
I was stunned I had known Dr. Hunter for two years and didn't know that his wife was black. I just knew that she was younger than his first wife who had died then he met Estelle in France, "Whew!" was all I could utter.