”“No problem Dad.”“It’s best that we get them done early as it’s supposed to be a hot day. Do you think we could start before 8:00?”“Y...ah. I’d better get to bed shortly then.”“It’s going to be really hot tonight,” my Mom said. “It’s not supposed to rain so why don’t you sleep in your tree-fort. It’ll be a lot cooler.”It wasn’t so much a fort as a platform in the crotch of an old maple tree in the back corner of our lot. I’d spent a lot of time there as a kid pretending that it was everything. "Hey Adam, how's it going? Great night for lemonade." She jogged in place as she talked. I sipped slowly, watching her lips move. Her soft pouty lips. She likes to tease me. "Yep, great lemonade for a great night, Jasmine. Would you like a glass before you go on?" I added an innocent smile, "Great lemonade for a great woman."She smiled back but shook her head, "I'd love to, but I have to go take my little walk. I'll see you later Adam." And then she was off.Tease. She does this on purpose. If. Her dark hair was covered in snow and her face looked tired and pinched. The sounds of her stamping off the snow had alerted him and he had quickly slipped under the furs on his mattress, closing his eyes and pretending to be asleep. He was scared she would read his face and know his thoughts and dreams. The rustling sounds he heard made him curious enough to peek from beneath his eyelids. He immediately wished he hadn’t, but he could not find the strength to look away. It was clear she was. This term I changed to math. Who knows how many more majors I can rack up in the next three years?"Oops.Campus lore was that freshman boys don't get to date anyone who has been here more than a year. Freshman girls get to date anybody they please. Occasionally that might include a freshman. I had established beyond any doubt not only my bona fides as a freshman but my naiveté as well."I love history. I love to learn about the sweep of what moves civilizations. I want to understand what impels.