Milton opened the door cautiously, wearing a robe and his slippers. Never again would he answer the door in a towel! This time it really was Lisa. He'd called her and asked her to come over.
"Yes Milton, you sounded serious on the phone."
"Yeah..Lisa, I... this has to stop. The Shakespeare club, won't work..this other stuff won't work out...it can't go on. I'm sorry."
"Get over yourself, Milton. Just because I loved you doesn't mean I can't get over you." But Lisa was crushed. her voice was cracking and she was fighting back tears. She tried hard to keep her head up and smile. But for just a moment, her eyes lost their spark.
"Lisa, I'll never get over you! But at least until June... after that, we can do whatever we want. But while you're still a student..."
"You'd wait til June?"
"Lisa, I'd wait longer if I had to. And next fall you really will be one of those sexy smart women of Harvard."
"You heard?"
"congratulations, Lisa. I'm proud of you."
"I love you, Milton. Honey. And I'll see you in June...I hope."
"I hope so too. And Lisa? You know I love you...more than anything."
"I know." They shared one small sweet kiss as Lisa turned to leave.