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  “Also, I would feel like I had to keep you from being miserable. I can hear you now complaining at the tailgate about needing to sit down and not wanting to go to the bathroom in the Port-A-Potty or not wanting the food. All that would not be fair to me at my homecoming.

  “I have heard about people—men and women—bringing their spouses and having a miserable time because they were restricted. If you had an interest in going to your homecoming, I wouldn’t even think about going. I know you and your girlfriends would want to talk freely and me being there would prevent that. And I wouldn’t know those people, so I wouldn’t want to be there, putting you in the awkward position of trying to keep me entertained. It wouldn’t be fair.”

  Monica was unfazed. “But that’s the difference between you and me,” she said. “I would enjoy my friends meeting my husband. But you’d prefer to run off like you’re single.”

  Jimmy’s patience was diminishing.

  “You know, you’re about to piss me off,” he started. “All that I said and that’s what you come back with? First of all, if they were really your friends, I would have met them by now. This isn’t a family vacation. When you go on your book club trip to Atlanta, I know it’s not a family trip. It’s for you and your girls. I don’t know what the hell y’all do down there and I don’t really care. I trust that you understand you’re married and will act like it. But you don’t invite me on that trip and you shouldn’t. That’s how my homecoming is. It’s not about acting like I’m single. Act like you know me.”

  With that, he knew he needed to leave before the scene turned ugly. He was a thirty-two-year-old man and she was making him feel like he was a kid asking for permission, which did not sit well with him—especially since it had been established long before that he was going alone.

  “Monica,” he said, hugging her—she did not hug him back—“I love you and I will call you when I get to Norfolk. Stop pouting and wish me a safe trip and a good time.”

  She simply looked at him. They had a stare-down for a few seconds before Jimmy turned, opened the garage door, deposited his luggage into the trunk and jumped into his car.

  Monica stood there with her arms folded and a look of disgust on her face.

  He honked his horn as he backed out. Jimmy did not like that his wife was being so sour about his homecoming trip. But he couldn’t worry about it, either. If he did, it would put a cloud over his weekend. The forecast called for seventy-two degrees and lots of sun, meaning there was no room for clouds.

  So instead of feeling awkward about leaving her there pissed at him, he felt reinvigorated, relieved and ready.

  To really put that nonsense behind him, he called one of his boys, Carter, who was flying into Norfolk from New York. He was a fun and level-headed friend who graduated a year before Jimmy.

  “Yo, I’m in a cab headed to LaGuardia,” he said. “I can’t wait to get down there. I got some work to do.”

  “Work to do” meant he had women to pursue. Homecoming was like a free-for-all for Carter.

  “I don’t think I’m going to make the parties,” he said.

  “What? How you gonna come to homecoming and miss the parties?” Jimmy asked.

  “Oh, that’s right; we haven’t really talked,” he said. “Well, you gotta keep this under your hat. You can’t tell anyone.”

  “I know what ‘keep it under my hat’ means,” Jimmy said.

  “All right,” Carter said. “Well, homecoming is a time for me to reconnect with Barbara. I should never have let her go back in the day. It’s the biggest mistake I ever made.”

  At least Carter was divorced, which allowed him to do whatever he liked.

  “But hold up—isn’t Barbara married?” Jimmy asked.

  “With three kids, too,” Carter said. It was strange the way he said it, like he was proud.

  “I know that was your girl about a decade ago,” Jimmy said. “But, man, she has a family now. And Barbara was a good girl. You think she’s coming to homecoming to get with you?”

  “You don’t understand, Jim,” Carter said. “What she and I have is not ordinary. Why you think she’s coming all the way from San Diego? We both tried to move on with our lives. And we have moved on, to a degree. But we still have that connection. Actually, it’s even stronger now than ever. It’s crazy.”

  “I wonder if she had the same issue I had—leaving her husband behind,” Jimmy said. “Monica gave me the business.”

  “Well, when hasn’t she?” Carter said, laughing. “She’s just being herself, I guess. I don’t know if Barbara had any issues. I didn’t ask. I just know she’s coming.

  “Listen, I’m not proud of this situation. And I’ve only told you and my brother about this. And I think she’s only told Donna. You remember Donna Scott, right? The Delta who went to ODU?”

  “Delta from Old Dominion?” Jimmy asked. “Oh, yeah. Yeah. Wow, forgot all about her. OK, I remember Donna.”

  “Well, they ended up going to grad school together and becoming close friends,” Carter said. “She’ll be in Norfolk, too. Anyway, I really understand what the power of love means because I would’ve never imagined myself feeling this way about any woman, especially a married woman.”

  They chopped it up for a few more minutes before hanging up. Jimmy was headed to Norfolk to get the whole nostalgic feeling of seeing old friends and visiting the place that really made him—and really, to get away from the daily grind at home.

  Carter was headed there for love.

  And neither reason was more important than the other.

  CHAPTER TWO

  BRAND NEW

  Tranise and Mary

  “Wow. Look at Norfolk State. All grown up,” Tranise Knight said, surveying the grounds on Friday morning of homecoming.

  She had not been on campus in the four years after graduating and was proud to see the new buildings, including the beautiful Student Union Center and the new Lyman Beecher Brooks Library, which was so huge it had the look of a football stadium. She always thought the NSU campus was as nice as any other black college. Now . . . wow, she knew it.

  She had not come back before now because she wasn’t ready. She did not get the job in public relations with the big Chicago firm she wanted, and it made her feel like a failure. She was home-coming queen as a sophomore, president of her sorority as a junior and vice president of the Student Government Association as a senior.

  Tranise was looked at as a shining star that would represent Norfolk State so well. It turned out that she had to become a middle school teacher just to have a job after graduation.

  Because she had such specific dreams and ambitions, she did not realize how noble and rewarding being a teacher was, especially in an inner city area in Atlanta. It took her a while to get to that point, but in her third year, she got the perspective-altering sensation from a thirteen-year-old boy who had a troubled house-hold. He was talkative and ambitious, despite his family struggles, and Tranise identified something good in the kid.

  “Miss Knight,” the boy said one Monday morning, smiling, “you’re my favorite teacher of all time.”

  “Aww, that’s so sweet,” she said. “Why do you say that?”

  “All the things you told me about being responsible and watching who I hang out with was right,” he said. “One of my friends went to jail Saturday: Tommy. You told me to stay away from him. He asked me to go to the mall with him and get some money stealing ladies’ purses. I thought about what you said and I told him I couldn’t come with him. If you didn’t always tell me to make good choices and tell me about what happened to people who made bad choices, I probably would have been with him and been in trouble, too.”

  She knew then her career path, while not what she expected it to be, was far more rewarding than any PR work she could do for some big company. She impacted young lives. The job took on a new, more powerful meaning.

  Because she was always good with money, which really meant she was cheap, and because she didn’t h
ave any kids and no student loans to repay, she was able to live relatively comfortably on a teacher’s salary in Atlanta.

  So, finally understanding that she was not a failure, but, indeed, a sort of public servant, Tranise believed it was okay to go back to homecoming and see many of her friends she missed after so many years. She found peace with who she was and her mother told her that was far more than what most people could say.

  Standing on The Yard again, in front of the Twin Tower dormitories, brought Tranise back to some of the most fun times she’d ever had. She could not wait to see many people she had forgotten over the years that would be there for the weekend. None of them had heard from her in almost five years.

  She was anxious to see the step show in the gym and to see the Mighty Spartan Legion, the nationally underrated NSU band. And she wanted to see her Chicago homegirl Trina and old roommates, Tammy and Mary.

  But she also wanted to see Brandon Barksdale, the school’s former basketball star she’d had a serious crush on in school. With all she’d accomplished while at Norfolk State, she did not think she was worthy of Brandon to even know who she was. He was that impressive and she was that insecure, despite her accolades.

  He was tall, but not gawky-tall: six-foot-three and about two hundred-fifteen pounds. His body was lean and defined and his deep brown complexion matched Tranise’s. He was an honor student and fun-loving guy, friendly and likeable, definitely the big man on campus, in stature, not size.

  And yet he hardly knew Tranise existed. In deciding to return to homecoming, she decided that her time was now. She was at the best point of her young life. Her slim little figure had filled out over the years. So instead of the slender size four, from back in the day, she was a solid eight. Her breasts had blown up some-how from a 34B to a 36C. Hips sprung below her waist and her butt protruded as if injected with air. Her hair—her hair, not a weave—flowed like water.

  In the vernacular of the streets . . . homegirl was a dimepiece.

  She reasoned it was probably all that Southern food she ate in Georgia—especially the grits, gravy and peach cobbler—that added to her size. But the extra pounds, even she allowed, looked good on her. She was so comfortable with it, that she wore clothes that accentuated her curves—not too-short skirts and cleavage-busting blouses, but tasteful attire that was fitting, sexy and classy.

  And she even dabbed on a little makeup to bring out her features, something she rarely did as a college student.

  So, Tranise Knight was very much a different person than she was when she graduated from Norfolk State—different in comfort level with herself and different in how she looked. Some people were going to be shocked by this Tranise, especially Brandon, she hoped.

  She knew friends would be there because they had confirmed on an NSU Homecoming Facebook event page. A week before, she had signed on to the social media site. When she checked into the Marriott at Waterside, she saw many alums, old and young, but no one she recognized. But there was a feeling of celebration in the lobby.

  She headed for campus and literally received a chill when she saw all the signage and decorations welcoming back alumni. She parked in the lot in front of the campus landmarks—the Twin Tower dormitories.

  She got out of her rental car and looked up at the buildings as a tourist would the skyscrapers in New York. Her mind raced through a medley of events that happened in the towers, from the all-night games of spades and backgammon to the sister from Virginia Beach who set up a makeshift salon in her room, providing everything from affordable relaxers to shampoos to braids; to having her first-ever college date, Michael Jennings, in the lobby. Neither of them had money to go anywhere, so he bought takeout from Charlie Wong’s Chinese Restaurant around the corner and they spent two hours on a couch in the lobby eating and talking.

  “I miss this place,” she said to herself.

  When she walked down to the prodigious Student Union building, site of the homecoming pep rally, she expected to see many friends and familiar faces. It was a nostalgic walk. Along the way she had images of herself as a teenager, a student, taking the same walk. She recalled thinking she knew everything back then when, in reality, she didn’t know much at all. She also recalled how liberated she felt; there were no parents to tell her what to do, when to do it or where to go. She was on her own for the first time in her life. It was scary, in a sense. But that comfort of being around myriad people who looked like her made it feel like family, easing the trepidation.

  She stopped at the site of the old library and remembered the many days she and her sorority sisters would gather there. It was their meeting spot. They would convene there for photos or use it as a launching point to move on to the next thing. And on a few occasions they actually went inside and studied.

  Watching a group of Deltas meet at the enormous new Lyman Beecher Brooks Library made her smile. But they looked so young, she thought.

  She strolled through a portion of Brown Hall, the oldest building on campus, just because she took so many classes there and because it was the first place she ever saw Brandon. He actually picked up her books when she bumped into him and they fell to the floor. It wasn’t the classic eyes-meet-and-they-fall-in-love event, though. Instead, it was more like her eyes met his and his eyes said “bye.”

  When she exited a side door of Brown Hall, between the library and the old gym, she could hear the music from the pep rally, which was winding down up ahead at the Student Center. She could see in the distance a huge gathering of people and it made her pride swell even more.

  “Tranise?” she heard to her right. When she turned, there was her old roommate, Mary Cotton, who was from Baltimore, but worked closer to D.C.

  “Oh my God, girl,” she said, and Tranise hugged her as one does her pillow at night.

  “Mary,” she said, “so good to see you.”

  When they let go, they both wiped away tears.

  “I’m so mad at you,” Mary said. “I’ve been trying to reach you for years, girl. Where the hell have you been?”

  “I know,” Tranise said. “I’m sorry. I had a sort of challenging time after graduation. I’ll tell you about it later. But I ended up moving to Atlanta and becoming a schoolteacher.”

  “Really? That’s great,” Mary said.

  As she spoke, Tranise actually stopped listening and stared at Mary. She looked great. Her short, jazzy hairstyle was just like in college, only updated. Her tight, slim physique was as tight and slim. And she wore the most fashionable clothes, like the last time she’d seen her. She was one of the few kids in college whose parents were able to supply her with steady doses of money.

  Mary was a talker and Tranise couldn’t wait for her to stop, so she interrupted her. “Girl, you look so good,” she said. “Where are you?”

  “Thanks. And so do you. That extra weight looks great on you,” Mary said. “I come to Atlanta all the time. I live in northern Virginia. I work for the FCC in D.C. It’s expensive up there, but everything is fine.

  “I was talking about you to Charlene last night; she should be here any minute,” Mary went on. “I’m going to meet her at the airport in about thirty minutes. Charlene lives in Charlotte, working for Bank of America. You know her and numbers.”

  “How could I forget?” Tranise said. “She was a walking calculator.”

  “You should go with me to the airport to surprise her,” Mary said. “She will shit a brick when she sees you.”

  “Okay, let’s do that,” Tranise said. “I don’t have any other plans. But you know, Mary, this is so exciting. I have not been on campus in four years. Don’t you feel proud?”

  “I’ve come back every year for homecoming and I still feel the pride you’re talking about,” Mary said. “It’s like this is the place where we grew up.”

  Suddenly, another of their old classmates came up behind Mary and lifted her off of the ground.

  “Yeah, who is this? Who is this?” he said. “I could kidnap you and you’d never know wh
o did it.”

  “Put me down,” Mary said, laughing. “Whoever it is needs some deodorant and a breath mint.”

  “Ah, that’s cold,” the guy said, letting her free.

  She turned around to see Cedric Collins, one of the biggest guys on campus who did not play football.

  “Ced, you’re so crazy,” Mary said, and they hugged. “Ced, you remember Tranise?”

  He looked at Tranise with a smile and extended his hand.

  “I don’t, but happy homecoming,” he said. “You sort of look like Tranise . . . Knight, I think her last name was.”

  “I am Tranise Knight,” I said. She remembered Cedric; fun-loving, loud guy who did not mind being in the spotlight.

  “Oh, wow,” he said. “It is you. Tranise, you look great.”

  They hugged.

  “Nobody’s seen you since graduation,” he said. “Looks like you’re doing great, as everyone expected.”

  “Thanks, Cedric,” she said. “What are you up to?”

  “You know, keeping it moving,” he said. His voice was booming. It almost sounded as if he spoke with a megaphone. “Lawyer in Chicago. Just passed the bar. Loving Chicago, not loving the job. But, hey, it’s just good to have a job these days, you know?”

  The three of them chatted for a few minutes as the pep rally wound down. The last of the fraternities and sororities put on a prelude to the step show that night at Joe Echols Arena and the band cranked hip-hop songs that made the huge crowd dance.

  “How great is this?” Tranise said. “I remember being over there, in that crowd of students, having a ball. This is almost like an out-of-body experience.”