Tinya wanted to be as brash and as bold as she'd been in the old days, but life had beaten her down once too often. And the gentle smile and accompanying touch made Tinya flush warmly. "I know. I know you wouldn't. I don't have any sisters, but if I did...I'd want them to be like you."

But her father was a low-life, selling her other two thirds into slavery without a moment's hesitation. She'd had sisters once. But now they were gone, far beyond Tinya's reach. So she was pleased to find sisters like Sharon wherever she could find them.