Then something happened to Angela—something I never would have dreamed. Oh, her grades didn't drop, but I noticed—she seemed a little more wistful than usual, and every once in a while, she'd sigh and gaze out the window at the sorority, Tri-Fruhm.
Then girls started calling her—girls I didn't even know. I tried to take it all in stride, but something told me I might be losing her. It was only when she came into my room one day after class that I feared the worst.
"Dustin, can I tell you something?" she asked, as we sat on my bed.
"Angela, you can tell me anything," I reassured her, as I held her close. "You know that."
"I'm moving out of the dorm."
The words hit me like a rock. What had I done to deserve this? Weren't we set to be married upon graduation?
Tears welled in my eyes, as I realized my worst fears had come true. Angela—my love—no, my very life—was leaving me.
"But, Angela," I sobbed, "what did I ever do to hurt you?"
"Oh, Dustin," she replied, taking me in her arms and kissing the tears away, "it's—it's not you. You've been so wonderful to me—I can't wait to graduate and become Mrs. Broke. It's just—I've pledged to Tri-Fruhm."
"Who knows," she added, "maybe you should think about pledging to Oresha-Hoh-Var. It's right next door to Tri-Fruhm," she reassured me, "besides, there's another cross-Greek house couple—my new friend Sarah Love's in love with Matthew Hart, one of the members."
I thought about this for a minute. I'd seen Matthew around with his friends Guy Wright and Mickey Dosser—they didn't seem too bad.
"I need to drop by Tri-Fruhm for a minute, anyway," Angela said. "Maybe while I'm there you can stop by Oresha-Hoh-Var and meet the guys. I'm sure Matthew can sympathize with you."
"Okay," I replied, wiping away stray tears, "but I still love you."
"And I will always love you," Angela said, giving me a tender kiss on the lips, "no matter what. Not even Daddy or Lilith can change that."