“I’ve been telling you from the day you met him in Charlotte that he was going to be more than a friend.”

"You did say that, but Dru, I don't know.” I kicked a rock on the grass, needing to release all of this energy inside of me. “I have my plans and then, I’ve never wanted to be a First Lady. I guess that’s why I’ve been fighting my feelings for him for so long.”

“Wait. Stop. Are we having an honest introspective moment here?”

I shrugged and Dru said, “First, I’m sure there will be a way to line up your plans with his, so that won’t be an issue. But that other issue you have, you’ve got to let go of your hang-ups about First Ladies. What does Jeremy say about it?”

“We’ve never talked about it because we’ve never talked about being anything more than friends.”

She shook her head. “You always say that, but I’m telling you, I have a hard time believing it.”

“Well remember, I was kinda seeing Kenny and he was seeing Daphne when we met. And neither one of us is a hoe.”

“And you broke up with Kenny and he broke up with Daphne a year ago. So now you can be hoes together.”

“That is not even funny,” I said, even though I chuckled. “But by the time everyone was out of the way, Jeremy and I were in such a comfortable friendship space and I didn’t want to mess that up. He’s the best friend I’ve ever had.”

Dru raised her eyebrows. “Present company excluded, of course.”

“Of course.”

“But seriously, Ginger, you and Jeremy have all the fixings for a great relationship. You started out as friends and that’s what most people miss. When you have that, you’ve taken care of half of the relationship battle so don’t let what he chooses as a profession stop you from having a great love in your life. He’s a man first and a pastor second.”

I paused. “Who are you now? Doctor Phil? Oprah?”

“Just call me Doctor Phyllis or Oprenah. Seriously, no matter what he decides to do or where you two decide to go, the foundation is there. So go to the edge and jump.”

I wanted to take a moment to think about her words, but before I could do that, she hopped in front of me and stopped moving. “Now speaking of shaky foundations....”

I frowned. “I thought you just said Jeremy and I had a good foundation.”

“I’m not talking about you. I’m talking about Reverend Robinson. I can’t believe I missed church yesterday,” she whined.

“Well, that’s what happens when you hang out all night Saturday and then Sunday morning rolls around.”

“Don’t try to change the subject. So what’s the scoop with Reverend Robinson? What did Jeremy say?”

“I told you; he doesn’t know anything. He tried to call Reverend Robinson when we were at brunch yesterday, but he didn’t answer. I don’t know if he’s spoken to him since last night.”