There were tears in Mary's eyes, but they weren't of exasperation or sadness.  If pressed, she couldn't have quite explained why, except maybe it was because Mya...<br/><br/>Mya really cared.  Cared about Mary was a person, and not an annoyance from a dalliance in the past, or a job, or someone to use.  Mya had even stood up to her, then been willing to compromise when Mary apologized.  She had an enormous heart, as big as those beautiful brown eyes set in the face worthy of a classic Benin bronze.<strong> "I don't know, Mya,"</strong>she said in a voice very small,<strong>"but, I think so.  Oh, this is so fast," </strong>she added and squeezed Mya's hands.  She stood, using Mya's hands for support, and let go in order to wrap her arms around the black girl's lean hips.<br/><br/><strong>"Mya?  Will you, can we...  Can we sleep in the same bed tonight?  And just, can you hug me and let me know you're there?  I really, really would like that,"</strong>she said and raised her head to look in Mya's eyes.<br/>