" When are you going to get a fella?" Lily asks Rose after a year or two of dancing. " I have one who wants to take me kissing, but I think I should wait for you to have one." Rose flushes. " I don't think I'll ever have a fella." " Why not?" Lily bristles. " We're plenty pretty." " I don't like the look of them," Rose says.Lily purses her lips at the dance floor, appraising.After a moment long, Rose says, " Any of them." Lily looks at her a long time, as Rose tries not to hyperventilate.Then Lily shrugs and says, " Well, then it's you who should have learned to lead, isn't it?" and when Rose clasps Lily's hand, she clasps it back.It's the closest they've ever been. "