He sat quietly on the porch and drank his lemonade, with his minds consumed with Denny. She was a beautiful woman. So what if the color of their skin was different. In a town like this? It could never be, and he knew it.“Thinking about her again, aren’t you?” asked Margo, as she stepped out upon the porch. He silently nodded. Margaret sat down beside him and said “Love does not have a color William.” “I know that, but this town would never accept us” he said. “They barely tolerate us now.” “Where love exists, there has to be a way” she said. “I don’t know Aunty Marg. I just don’t know” he sighed. “You love her, don’t you?” He sighed earnestly, “Yes…I do.” “Then there will be a way!” she said. “You wait and see.” She smiled as she walked back inside to finish making supper.
