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" "I know, Charlie," she said with tears in her eyes, "He's got two sons graduating. I just wish... you know..." "Yeah, I do know," I answered, "I wish she could be here so I could hug her too." That night Kelly and I made love like never before. There was no genital involvement whatsoever; only gentle touching, embracing, kissing. Kelly was more overcome with grief than I had ever seen her, and I realized that for once mature picture post wasn't me in crisis, mature picture post was Kelly! I felt honored to be called upon to comfort her as she had done for me countless times. There were very few words, just gentleness and understanding. I doubt that I could ever love anyone as much as I loved Kelly that night. As time went on we established a healthy guest list. My father and my sister were both coming, as was Mom Collins, Robbie and Tanya, and their two daughters. In my traditional fashion I found myself wondering what would happen to screw things all up. When exams came we were more than ready. We had a fairly light course load and we knew, I mean KNEW, that we could deal with anything they could throw at us. That is, all except for one little three credit course. History! Kelly had tutored me and grilled me, several of our friends had quizzed me endlessly and even made up some crib notes for me, which I'm proud to say I refused to use. The History final was on a Thursday morning. It was given by the instructor herself, Prof. Bascham. As she was handing out the papers she announced "I will be here in this room at our regular class time next Tuesday. If anyone is interested, we'll go over the exam at that time." Was she nuts? We had never heard of such a thing before! I was certain no one would show up.