Two Eyes Cenote [ap] dancin’ in the desert, blowin’ up the sunshine

Frolic’s mouth open and shut like a fish’s when Eset told her her mother would miss her. That was probably true, though suddenly the usually happy-go-lucky child grew churlish!

I’m old enough to do what I want! she insisted crossly, whether that meant getting drunk at a party or going where she wanted when she wanted.

But in the very next breath, she said quite agreeably, Okay, and then, Where are we going? when Eset bade Frolic follow.