He was my boyfriend. We were in love. And it didn’t change a thing. Not really. I still couldn’t introduce him to my parents or my friends. The job was still going to take me away from him. He still had to live in Wakan, and I had to live in Minneapolis. I absolutely refused to let him move. We went around about it for hours last night until he finally gave up. I wouldn’t let him sacrifice his life to try to salvage something that wouldn’t work out anyway. What did it matter if he lived in Minneapolis if I wasn’t going to be home six days a week? He had to stay in Wakan.
