Alicia Turner asked her older sister Kimberly. She plopped down on her mattress, picked up a magazine from beside the bed, and eagerly awaited an answer. Kimberly adjusted her bra in the cracked mirror hung over their table/dresser. “Don’t get your hopes up, sis.” She cupped her small breasts, pressed them together, and blew a kiss. Alicia frowned and opened up the magazine. “You don’t think they’ll find anything?” Brushing her dark blonde hair behind her ears, Kimberly turned to Alicia. “Didn’t find anything last time.” Eight-year-old Alicia turned to a page that displayed a snowy owl with its wings fully spread. She admired not only the beauty of the bird, she found herself transfixed in the tranquility of the light blue sky and mountainous terrain in the backdrop. Looking around the dimly lit shack in which they lived, another frown crossed her young face. Her skies were always gray; her weather was almost always gloomy.
