His grip on her hand tightened because she was shaking. She tried half-heartedly to pull out of his grasp, fighting with the notion that this was the last time she’d ever touch him. “You’re going to return to America and you’re going to become a professor. You’re going to get married. You’re going to have your five or six children. You’re going to join the fight for civil rights. And you’re going to live long and die in your sleep after having held your great-grandchildren.”
