Yes, there will be music!

Each of the Molinas' Bakery made room for a community of musicians. A player on fiddle, another on banjo and the third on stand-up bass would entertain here at the town bakery. Dumpling knew them all. She knew the bass player very well. Stan Costa, fifty and nifty, this man was Dumpling Woman's favorite company. "Good to look at and plenty fine with his calloused hands." Spotting Stan as he navigated between the tables, Kiki waved and made herself busy in the kitchen. Kiki Alvarez knew the Molina's legacy talk would be well-kept, idle gossip wasn't something she encouraged. Dumpling was family and now that the Ponita was here history needed to be available.

Linda and Shine were making the run up the island. They'd start up north and make their way down the island. Like lighting the candles on a birthday cake the mother and daughter could, and did want to fold all parts into this New Moon celebration. The two Alvarez brothers at the far-end of the island keep the coffee roasting end of the business going. Tonight, they had the roastery cleared for dancing. Tables were set up for eating, but there was plenty of room for line-dancing to the country sounds of T Rex and his Tattoos.

"I know!" her mother said. "the name was fun to say, and even better to sign." Linda had introduced the band leader to Shine earlier in the week. "Like the dinosaur, right?" The girl's fingers flew and her face lit with amplification. Shine was wide-eyed and very impressed with the very large man with spiky hair and a body covered with marks. Literally, the large shoulders and biceps were a trail of prints ... dinosaur foot prints. T Rex played electric guitar, and his band Tattoos were two beautiful women with voices like Tennessee whiskey straight up.

Midway down the island the smallest of the bakeries was outfit with an outdoor canopy for the birthday. Positioned at the base of a long and gentle slope of sheep-grazed grass this was Shine's favorite. Inside there were only two small cafe tables, a tiny display case and counter, but there was a nook that opened up to the grass. A well-tended wooden fence kept the sheep in their beautiful pastures. It was Shine who noticed the color of the grass. "Mama, this is the only place that's green!" The summer heat was accentuated with the forest fires that filled the sky with Tree Tears, ash. "Tree Tears" was Shine's way of describing the feel of sharpness in her eyes.

"They must be watering the field." Linda figured that was the only explanation for the soft green color that lit the field outside her restaurant. Her daughter knew differently. She signed, "The sheep nibble the grass. The grass loves being a gift. The grass is happy. The grass is green." She smiled with a look that was incontestable.