Vivi, a Lookalike, and a Daughter

Vivi spotted the outline of a brace over her dark gray leggings. Even though brace was easily 20 years younger than bangs, they were clearly from the same genetic stock. The minivan was pulling away. Were one or both of them suddenly skipping town? Vivi started the car her leg would have to wait. Yet another detour she hadn't told Arun about. Her gut had always steered her down solid paths, but as she reflected, she could see that this time the threads she was following were spiraling erratically. She'd always avoided working in Cuba just to make sure the personal didn't bleed into the professional. Now here she was, literally staring into