“Put those ribbons back in this instance!” “No! I hate it pinned back and want it open! Look, Risa! Up there!” She pointed at a bird soaring in the sky above her, its flight seeming to mirror the girl’s dance. “You see how fast that white seagull is?” My ears pricked at something in the tone of her voice, and I looked up and over at the sky that hung over the bay. Not a seagull… a white dove. Like her.
