The sun had risen in all its shape and brightness. The women in the house were already awake, and Talisha was helping Delma prepare breakfast for everyone.
Skye was sitting at the table with a mug of hot tea in front of her.
She couldn't drink it hot, so she braided her hair until it cooled down a bit. She had parted her hair in the middle and brought it to the front right and left of her head, using a small old hand mirror attached to a wooden box. She had watched Maysie make them so many times that she had learned how to do it herself.
"They are very beautiful," Maysie told her when Skye had finished, and she had taken the mirror to look at them closely, turning her head a little to the side right and left.
She turned her eyes to her. "I had a good teacher," she replied, and Maysie l
