[color=forestgreen]"Oh, love."[/color] There wasn't much more Grace could say. She just held her friend close. [color=forestgreen]"She just doesn't understand. Lily is my Lily."[/color] Grace wished she could fix this, or have prevented it somehow. Lily had come to her--right in the center of the Bible belt--and that meant Grace was responsible for taking care of her in this city that was less than friendly to someone of Lily's status. [color=forestgreen]"Come on; we'll finish a good meal together, then have a party night. Movie and ice cream, or music and a dance party. Your choice."[/color]