car at her gate and whooped with laughter.
"It was that bad, huh?"
"Yes." Davia nodded vigorously. "One would think that if you attended a school like Mount Faith there would be all sorts of eligible single Christian men there but...," her voice trailed off.
"But?" Vanley asked.
"But I must admit I am a bit picky," Davia said. "Nobody has really sparked my interest except..."
Vanley waited for her to continue but Davia just jiggled her bag straps.
She glanced at Vanley sheepishly. "Except you."
"Ah," Vanley nodded and rested back in his seat. "What is it about me that sparks your interest?"
"You meet the height requirement, for one," Davia mused.
"And what's the height requirement?" Vanley asked curiously.
"Taller than me," Davia said. "Is it just me or are men getting shorter?"
"It's just you." Vanley laughed. "All the men in my family are tall."
"You are also handsome and witty and you smell good and..."
"Oh stop," Vanley said, "my head can't take in so many compliments at once."
Davia laughed, "And you are modest. What do you like in a woman?"
She has to be Anita , popped up in his head but he squashed the thought.
What did he really like about women? He had been so caught up with Anita for so many years that he had not really looked at anybody else.
He really struggled with the answer.
"Well," he pictured Anita's face. "I always think that when the right person comes along I will know, like a hit in the solar plexus and a grip so tight that it leaves me with no energy for anybody else. Something will just click. I don't have a list. I am extremely flexible when it comes to requirements."
Davia smiled tremulously. "That's so sweet."
"It's pathetic really," Vanley said sadly, "because if she believes she is not the right person, you can waste years of your life trying to convince her that she is."
Davia sighed. "I hope that never happens to you."
Vanley almost said, "It already has," but he nodded instead.
"So, do you want children?" Davia asked perkily. She didn't want to go into the house just yet. It was fun just sitting and talking to Vanley. It was something that she had been waiting weeks to do, and tonight he seemed vulnerable, somehow, like he wanted to talk as well.
Vanley nodded. "Of course. I know that there are people in the world who don't want children, but I do."
"How many?" Davia laughed.
"At least three," Vanley said, "and they have to be close in age, like two years apart. I am five years older than my sister, and at times, I feel like I am much older. She calls me Pops when she's joking."
"I like that," Davia said. "I wish I had a big brother. I want to have a whole houseful of children too. It was lonely growing up with just my grandparents. I have no cousins or people my age to call family."
Vanley mused. "I have no idea how that feels. I have always had a bucket load of family meddling in my life."
"Yes, I know." Davia laughed. "You have quite a big clan of cousins."
She cleared her throat. "What became of those guys who raped your sister?"
Vanley shrugged. "Their trial is set for March. I heard that Cory, the one who was recording the video, was granted immunity for his testimony against the others."
Davia shook her head. "That's messed up."
"It's our version of justice," Vanley said. Then he looked at his watch. "You know it's nice talking to you."
He leaned back on the headrest. "I don't want your grandparents thinking I am trying to seduce their only grandchild in the dark so I am going to bid you goodnight."
Davia nodded. "They wouldn't think so. My grandma is probably already sleeping and my granddad is not hearing too well. Probably don't even know I am out here."
"Night Davia," Vanley said softly.
"Night Vanley." Davia exited the car and then stuck her head halfway through the open window. "Feel free to ask me out to somewhere exciting anytime you want to."
Vanley nodded. "I just might take you up on that offer." He watched as she walked to her front door