The statue of King Neptune was the first thing she saw when she arrived at the park. As she stood by the pond, waiting for the guy she’d been texting with to show up for their date, her gaze traveled to the statue in the middle of the pond. She knew who that was unlike many people.
She was a naturally curious person and in her free time, she spent it reading up on the history of the city and all the things that had happened over the years.
He’s late, she thought, annoyed, as she glanced at her watch once more before turning her attention toward King Neptune. “It looks like the recent storms didn’t do you justice.” She sighed.
“Didn’t do who justice?” An accented voice startled her.
Mama’s head appeared at the open doorway, floured hands held in the air as to not touch the shutters. The afternoon sun chose to appear from behind a mass of clouds and lit the hair around her face. The braid she’d pinned in place each morning was unruly by this time of day, and the hairs glowed like a golden crown. A smidge of white colored the edge of her eyebrow where she must have wiped at it with her baker’s hands.
“I’ll go look for him, Mama,” I tapped my sister’s shoulder and readied to rise.
Mama glanced at the sky and shook her head. “No, Mauve. Stay and finish this while there’s a daylight.”