“I know him from church,” said Hunter. “He’s a good friend of mine.”
Lisa gaped, not knowing what to say.
“He’s a Christian, Lisa.”
She shook her head, still unable to commit herself.
“Well you’d better get going,” Professor Hunter recommended.
His words spurred Lisa into action. She took her dress from the clothes stand and locked her private toilet’s door after herself.
“Yeah,” her muffled voice returned through the door.
“A thought just occurred to me.”
“What?” she asked before opening the door.
She now wore her blue evening dress, and straightened her hair in the mirror over the sink.
“Do you think Hunter could be my forefather?”
Lisa stopped to look at him.
“It’s a nice thought,” she said. “Why not believe in it anyway.”
“I think I will.”
Lisa put down the brush and paused in the doorway.
“You look beautiful,” said Professor Hunter. “Go on.”
She made to move.
“I’ll see you on monday,” he said.
Lisa rolled her eyes. “How about Sunday?”
She had always meant to take him up on his offer of attending his church. With Ian there too, she had another reason to go. Saying no more, she ran down the corridor.