She smiles with the image of her shocked and mortified grandmother, if only she knew of her granddaughter’s whereabouts. Having spent the past three years between their home and college two hours east of New Orleans in Lafayette, Brianna scolds herself for taking so long to visit the Castilles. Fortunately, Alonzo Sr.’s pirogue waits at the bank of the murky water’s edge. Her handbag sidesaddling her torso, Brianna steps down into the flat-bottomed boat, engaging the small makeshift motor. The forward jarring motion of the pirogue tests her balance, reminding her that it has been some time since she satisfied her mother’s dreams of rearing a ballerina. She inspects her fair sunscreen-shellacked limbs, figuring her maturity counterintuitive to such professional dance aspirations, having outgrown the preferred height limitations. Although she surely would give it a go if it meant she could recite such a routine in the presence of her mother. A swarming circle of gnats causes her to squeal, swatting ferociously as she gives in to sitting down on the back of the pirogue.
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