Chapter One
AUGUST 21, 2005
Reesie slammed the car door shut and stepped into the heat and heartbeat that was New Orleans on a summer afternoon.
"Hurry up! We can make the light!" her older brother, Junior, shouted.
"Oh, your brother is crazy, girl!" Ayanna giggled, grabbing Reesie's hand. The two girls looked both ways on the busy avenue.
"Be careful," Reesie's mother warned from the driver's side window, watching them run to the neutral ground with Junior. The light did change, so they stopped on the grassy strip that ran between the uptown and downtown sides of Canal Street.
Reesie was breathless. This shopping trip was for a pair of special sneakers, and the sneakers were for her. Junior had offered to buy the purple-and-red canvas high-tops as an early birthday present. She'd be thirteen next week. A teenager for real, finally! And even though her parents said she'd have to wait for a big blowout birthday party till she was sixteen, Reesie was still going to rock a special outfit at her family birthday celebration this weekend.
"These sneakers are just what I need to pull off my birthday look!" she whispered to her best friend. "I can't believe Junior is being so nice to me."
Ayanna shook her head. "I can't believe you sew your own clothes, and they look so good!"
Reesie smiled with pride. She might have to wear boring uniforms to school, but she made up for them everywhere else.
"Check out that top!" Ayanna nudged her, and Reesie turned, but she only got a glimpse of the woman's shirt before the dark green St. Charles streetcar rattled past, blocking her view.
"I missed it." Reesie sighed, but her eyes were drawn in another direction. "Ayanna, those sandals! Look!"
The girls slowed down behind a group of tourists speaking loudly in German and carrying lots of souvenir bags. A tall woman in the group was tottering on the highest wedges they'd ever seen-and they were totally see-through.
"Am I looking at goldfish in those heels? For real, goldfish?" Junior moaned.
Reesie laughed. "They're fake fish, Junior. Fake!" She opened the door to the store, and cold air conditioning pulled them in.
"Okay, make this quick," Junior reminded them as they cruised toward the women's shoes. "Remember, after I pay for your sneakers, I have to go pick up my last summer check."
Reesie and Ayanna both nodded. So they only tried on three pairs of shoes each, and argued for only twenty minutes in front of the solid Ts. Reesie lost her argument that she could turn a size 2X T-shirt into a dress cool enough for her friend to wear in public. Before they went to meet Junior, who was waving wildly outside the front window, the girls posed together in the full-length mirror.
Reesie broke into a wide gap-toothed smile and smoothed her hair into a ponytail. She was chocolate brown and skinny, but had muscular arms and legs because she played softball. Her mom always said it was a good thing she was learning to make her own clothes, because fitting those shoulders would be a headache.
Ayanna, two inches shorter, shook her curly hair and made a funny face at her friend. In kindergarten they had pinkie sworn that they'd be sisters-from-another-mother forever. Seven years later they still hung out nearly every day.
Reesie's neon purple cell phone buzzed while they walked through the French Quarter with Junior. She looked down to see that it was Orlando, the third best friend forever in their trio, who they'd picked up around second grade. Up until the past year they'd all been inseparable, but things had gotten kind of weird lately. Orlando still texted Reesie at least once a day, but he spent all his free time working at his uncle Jimmy's restaurant. It almost seemed like he wanted to avoid being with her and Ayanna in person.
Reesie didn't take the call. She was a little mad at him for not joining their shopping trip. He said he had to work, but Reesie was getting tired of that excuse.
"I'm hungry," she said to Ayanna.
Even though it was only midmorning, jazz music floated from somewhere nearby, refusing to be drowned out by plain old street noise. The girls couldn't keep themselves from moving to the beats as they bounced along the narrow sidewalks, dodging vacationing families and tour groups in matching shirts.
As they neared the end of Canal Street, the flags of Woldenberg Riverfront Park flapped against the blue sky.
"I smell food!" Reesie said.
Junior rolled his eyes. "Anywhere in New Orleans, people smell food, Reesie." He dug into his pockets and pulled out a few wrinkled bills. "Y'all go on, get something to eat. I'll head over to the convention center to get my paycheck. Meet you back at Jackson Square in about forty-five, okay?"
"Wow! Sneakers and lunch!" Reesie smiled. "Thanks, Junior!"
"No problem," he threw over his shoulder as he rushed away. He would be going back to college in another couple of days, and she would miss him. But why tell him that?
"I'm sure going to miss your brother!" Ayanna said, pulling Reesie along.
"You're reading my mind again." Reesie laughed. "How about we get some beignets?"
Reesie loved the fluffy square donuts smothered in powdered sugar that were served at the famous Café Du Monde in the French Quarter. Sure, it was always packed with tourists, but she still remembered the very first time Ma Maw, her father's mother, had taken her there. She'd been about three, and her legs had dangled only halfway down from the cast-iron patio chairs.
Anything that reminded her of her grandmother was nice these days. Ma Maw had died two years ago, but Reesie still found it hard to believe she was gone forever. She wasn't very good at missing people.
The girls took their time, stopping to look at what different street vendors had for sale, always keeping an eye out for some outstanding fashion trend. The line at the café was ridiculously short, and Ayanna snagged a table while Reesie got a plate of beignets and two bottles of water.
"We could pretend to be tourists too," she said, leaning toward Ayanna as she sat down. Ayanna shook her head and tilted it to the left.
Reesie caught on that her friend was listening in on the conversation at the next table.
"And so they say that New Orleens-she is just like Los Angeles! Waiting for the 'big one' to hit!" A man with a heavy accent was waving his arms in the air while the others at his table gasped and chattered in a language the girls didn't recognize.
Big One? Reesie mouthed to Ayanna, her eyes wide.
"Hurricanes and earthquakes," Ayanna whispered.
"I believe it is the hurricane season now," he went on. "These tour guides, they never tell us anything. I saw on the Weather Channel that there is a hurricane, maybe right now, attacking Florida!" He pushed back in his chair, glancing at Reesie and Ayanna.
Reesie only shook her head and took a huge bite out of her beignet.
"I think that guy is what they call alarmist," Ayanna said, turning to watch the group stroll away, the man still going on about disasters.
Reesie shrugged. "He's right about one thing: it is hurricane season. But all New Orleans is waiting for is August 29. My birthday!"
Ayanna laughed so hard, she almost choked and had to swig her water.
"Yeah, you right, Reesie!" she shouted.
And everyone in the café who was a New Orleans native laughed with them.
Copyright © 2015 by Denise Lewis Patrick
