Light from a waning moon filtered through the leaded glass window in silvery wisps on the lovers entwined on the bed. Allison awoke. She watched Samuel sleeping. Nearly all of her life she had known him, and yet she couldn"t really say when it was that she fell in love with him. How had she missed what had been so clearly before her? She was ashamed of the answer. She had been a good student of social convention. So completely and complacently had she become occupied in perpetuating the life for which she had been bred, that she had failed to see Samuel apart from the world’s construct for a man of color. Despite their close friendship, their similar upbringing, and his comparable education, Samuel was on the other side of a great divide which had been devoutly erected and painstakingly ma
