She knew her sister.
It was sunny and warm. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky. It was her wedding day, a first for the Davenport girls. Although they looked nothing alike the two young women were sisters if not by blood then by bond.
They’d learned things about each other in the past few months that neither had known about the other their entire lives.
“Trina,” Leena called from the front room. Trina ran to the living room still in her robe to see what Leena was yelling about.
“What in the world,” she said walking into the front room. There was a huge box sitting in the middle of the living room.
“It just arrived. The tag says it’s for you,” Leena said smiling.
Immediately Trina thought of Liza, but she said nothing. The woman had given her so much as it was, she couldn’t imagine anything else from her especially after all this time.
It had been a year since she’d last seen or spoken to Liza. Since then it was as if the woman had dropped off the face of the earth.
She’d known better than to go looking for her. Besides Liza had warned her not to try. She said for her safety and the safety of Leena and Zuri she had to leave.
If it hadn’t been for the weeks she’d spent locked in that basement, Trina wouldn’t have believed it, but she knew better than to second guess Liza.
Truth be told she was scared of the woman. She was her sister, yes, but by blood only. Liza had saved her, but she had also been her captor.
It was a truth that she knew not to forget. Nonetheless, without her she wouldn’t have the life she now had. It was a humongous price to pray, but she was hard pressed to say she would trade her current situation for anything else.
“I think I’m going to need something to get into it,” Trina said her voice more breathless than she meant it to be.
“Wait, let me find some scissors,” Leena said smiling. As soon as she left the room, Trina attacked the box. She didn’t know what she’d find, but whatever it was she wanted to see it without witnesses.
Pulling at the tape she opened the seam at the top. Tearing open the lid she saw it was full of the Styrofoam popcorn that meant there was something breakable inside. Scooping out the white foam kernels, Trina quickly uncovered the top of the glass figurine.
“Couldn’t wait, huh,” Leena said disappointment in her voice. However, a second later her voice was filled with awe.
“Good lord, it’s beautiful.”
The two women carefully pulled the glass figurine from the box. It was wrapped in more Styrofoam but the colors of the hand-blown glass were visible. As they removed the Styrofoam from around it carefully, they unveiled the treasure.
It stood about three feet tall and it showed the busts of a man holding a beautiful woman holding a child. It was a figure of emotion more than actual detail and the colors of the rainbow blending perfectly to reflect it in a marriage of light and love.
“Oh, Trina, who sent that to you,” Leena said tears in her voice as she walked around the figurine on the kitchen table. “It positively glows,” she said.
“It’s alright,” Trina said with a smirk but she too was impressed. Reaching for the card she read it aloud.
For the beautiful family as you begin your new adventure. May you hold each other close through the years. Protect each other, love each other because that is what truly matters. LW
“Who is LW,” Leena asked touching the figure with the tips of her fingers.
“I have no idea,” Trina said smoothly. “Probably some fan. It seems a bit much though. You think we should keep it?”
“Girl, if you don’t you crazy. This is a work of art,” she said. “This should really be in a museum, an art gallery something.”
“Yeah, it should,” Trina said, but she knew that was not what was intended. LW, she thought to herself smiling. The figurine was Liza all the way. It was over the top and overbearing, but at the same time classic. It was timeless, and the thought of giving it away or hiding it away she knew she’d never be able to do nor was that Liza’s intention. She knew her sister.
Walking closer to the centerpiece, Trina looked at it carefully. She followed the lines from top to bottom from all angles.
She knew Leena was watching her, but she wasn’t concerned. She circled it twice admiring the lines, the colors, and the care it took to make their likenesses so real.
It was a bust of Blackfoot her soon to be husband, herself, and Zuri. It was a magnificent piece of art that she knew both Blackfoot and Zuri would get a kick out of when they saw it.
Once she made her way to the base of the structure that was when she found it.
At the base there deep within the bust was a darker structure from where all the colors combined into black. It was the beginning or the end depending on how you interpreted it, but either way, Trina was sure she could see a small rectangular structure that passed through the entire base.
Anyone else who saw it would have thought it was just part of the work created by the artist, but Trina knew better. She’d seen that same structure months ago in the shed she lived in 24/7.
Liza had told her the night she’d left the Davenport house for good, the last night she’d seen her that she would always be watching.
She’d said, “don’t you worry, I will always be here in one way or another.” Trina now understood.
Strangely, it didn’t bother her. If anything, she felt heartened that they would always be safe.
The life Liza lived, Trina knew was dangerous, because for a moment she’d been touched by it. It was that night at the dance. It was the night Liza left and one of her agent’s pulled her to the side to inform her that Liza had gone for good.
That brief moment she’d felt an imprint was made. She always wondered if the people Liza dealt with on a daily basis would one day visit her doorstep, now she knew Liza had thought the same thing.
This was a way for her to keep an eye on them. It was a small price to pay for knowing they would be safe because Liza would always be there keeping watch over all of them.