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The clothes were piled up on my bed. I had tried on four or five dresses to find the right one that would have caused the blood pressure of a man to rise. To cause a man’s heart to palpitate was the evidence of a woman in control. Control must be established from the beginning to set the tone and to let a man know who was in charge. I smiled as I thought about my mama. Oh yes, it was for sure papa who brought home the bacon, but my mama who decided when and how to prepare it. She had had her own way of cracking the whip whenever she could.

I spent hours in the bathroom putting mascara, my blush, lipstick, fixing my hair and spraying my best perfume. These things took time. It’s funny how I had thought about him all week and I could not wait to go to class. This was a much too sure of himself island man. He would not take no for an answer. Yes, here I was throwing caution to the wind, laughing in the face of tradition. But who cared about tradition? Shit, this was Toronto, where even the humble dared to dream.

I’m going to be late for my class, ‘I said to Lisa and hung up the phone. Why all the rush, Lisa must have thought. If only she knew, she would have pinched my cheeks and teased me.

I arrived just in time and the Professor was already at the front of the class and had begun droning.

“Excuse me,” I whispered, as I made my way to the seat that had been reserved for me. I sat down and Dan smiled at me with that smile of welcome, the Cheshire cat smile. I have always been a sucker for a broad smile. A good smile was the door to a warm heart and a fun-loving spirit. And I loved his dimples.

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