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Wright with her as I suspected. Anita reached down and picked up her dress then turned back to me, looking to get some direction.
    “Hide!” I was as panic-stricken as Anita. I fumbled with my belt buckle as she glared at me.
    “Where?” she asked.
    My eyes searched the room for a hiding place. I jumped when my mother knocked on the door again. I pointed toward my desk.
    “Dante, open this door,” my mother said sternly.
    “Under my desk,” I whispered to Anita. She scrambled over there as I approached the door. I waited until she was out of sight then opened the door. My mother and my father greeted me.
    “Have you been drinking?”
    “No, Ma,” I replied, opening my arms to give my mother a hug. In my mind, I was cursing the woman in the black Continental. Damn, that bitch Deaconess Wright lied on me again.
    My mother sniffed me like a dog as she kissed my cheek, then smiled with satisfaction. If I knew her, she’d been defending me tooth and nail and now felt vindicated. “Why was this door locked?”
    “Huh? Oh, uh,” I searched my mind for an excuse as my mother stared into my eyes, “because I was changing my clothes and I didn’t want any of the women’s choir walking in and seeing my private parts. I just came from the gym and wanted to get out of those sweaty clothes.” I casually turned my back and zipped up my pants as my mother walked by. She was surveying my office as if she knew I was lying.
    “Hey, Bishop.” I offered my father my hand, still keeping my eyes on my mother and my desk. “So what brings you two down here?” My mother’s suspicious look instantly became a jubilated smile and she spoke before my father had a chance to get out a word.
    “Oh, Dante. We have the best news. Come sit down so we can tell you.” I moved over to my desk quickly and sat down. My father had a habit of sitting at my desk and that wasn’t something I could risk right now. As my parents settled in the chairs on the other side, I glanced under my desk. Anita, still half-naked, smiled at me. I pushed my chair back about a foot when she stroked the inside of my leg. I knew Anita too well. She was a freak and I wouldn’t put it past her to try something crazy like pulling out my manhood to finish what she’d tried to start earlier.
    “So, what’s this great news?” I asked, subtly removing Anita’s hand as she tried to unzip my pants.
    “Well, Dante…” My mother turned to my father with a huge smile. She looked like she was gonna bust a gasket she was so excited. “I’m going to let your father tell you.”
    I turned my attention to my father, who leaned forward with a paternal smile. “Well, son. Your mother and I just found out you’ve been accepted into Howard University’s School of Divinity.”
    “I have?” All expression left my face as I looked from one parent to the other then back again.
    “You sure have, son.” My father smiled.
    “Dante, I’m so proud of you.” My mother had tears in her eyes.
    “But, but I never applied to Howard’s School of Divinity,” I stuttered.
    “I know. I applied for you,” my smiling mother replied. “I know how busy you can get with all these church activities.” She was so clearly pleased with herself and expected the same from me.
    “Congratulations, son.” My father nodded as he stood and offered his hand. “Howard’s Divinity School is a fine institution. I’m sure you’ll do well.”
    “Thanks, Bishop,” I replied meekly, taking my father’s hand without thinking.
    “Come on, Charlene. We’re supposed to be over at the mayor’s office in thirty minutes.”
    My mother smiled. “I think the mayor is going to endorse your father for borough president.”
    “That’s great news, Bishop.”
    “Thanks, son, but not as good as yours.”
    My mother stood and leaned over my desk to kiss me. “Dante, I’m so proud of you. I can’t wait to tell everyone in the church the good news.”
    “Neither can I, Mom,” I answered