Redsand Canyon ostium

Jack was impatient, and so was Leona. It kind of felt like being in church for the first time; she wanted to climb on the pews, use the bibles as coloring pages, maybe make some paper airplanes or spit-balls for the pontificating geriatric up front.

She wriggled where she sat, like she had to pee really badly, and looked to Towhee. Ma, she called up to her, but it was unlikely mother could hear her given that her attention was focused so thoroughly on the other adults. Leona knew by now that mom had to look at her to hear her, for some reason.

As Leona's patience ebbed, she focused more on Jack, and was entertained when he approached the old man and tried to initiate play. She laughed, breaking up some of the words spoken with her high squeal, and stamped the ground - dancing on the spot.