When we pulled up to the Robinson’s grand white home with tan shutters, Jeremy turned off the ignition and then, sat in more silence. I knew he had to have so many memories. He’d spent so much time here that he had his own bedroom, even though his apartment was just four miles away. We’d shared just about every Sunday dinner with the Robinsons and many weekday meals, as well.

When his eyes went to the house, I turned to look at the place that had always been so welcoming to me. I’d loved coming over here with Jeremy. The first time, I had to admit, I’d been a bit intimidated when I walked into the massive five-bedroom home. The foyer alone with its marble floor and winding staircase had taken my breath away.

But when Lady Robinson had led us into the gourmet kitchen with its cabinetry that matched the fixtures, I’d felt nothing but love from the reverend and his wife. And I saw and felt the love they had for Jeremy. I had always been so happy coming here to share a meal and great conversation...and to hear the Word of God, which was always part of anything Reverend Robinson had to say.

It was only now that I realized how much I missed this. And if I did, I couldn’t imagine how Jeremy felt. When I turned back to him, I saw the deluge of emotions that overwhelmed him. There was a bit of joy in his eyes that I imagined came from the hope of seeing the Robinsons again. But then, the way his lips were set, I saw his fear of what they might say.

Taking his hand, I said, “This is a good thing. I have a feeling that the Robinsons need you, they need their son. You may be able to minister to both of them.”

“Then, I’m glad you’re here with me.” He sealed those words with a kiss before he jumped out of the car. I opened my door, but Jeremy was there before I could get out. He took my hand, pulled me up and into a hug before we turned to the Robinson’s house.

As we approached, I wondered if Jeremy had been holding his breath the way I had and then I wondered if this had been such a good idea. If Jeremy walked away from this more hurt, it would be my fault.

Before he rang the doorbell, I had the urge to pull him back. I wanted us to cut and run. Head back to Xavier or Dillard, it didn’t matter. Either place would be safer than this. But I stood steadfast as he rang the bell. And we waited. Then, he rang again. And again. And then again.

There were no lights on inside, but the day was just beginning its darkening to night, so no lights meant nothing. But what was clear, was that no one was going to answer.

“Maybe they’re not home right now.” That was the only explanation I could give.