“Can we say hi to Gran? Right away?” she asked, trying to be nonchalant.“You know it’s bad luck before the performance,” said Mom, who then turned to Dad, “I’m not sure Nanna’s act is appropriate for someone Kara’s age.”“I think she’s funny,” said Kara, indignant.“Yes, she certainlyis that,” conceded Mom,genuinely amused.A willowy dark haired girl swung past overhead, catching Kara’s eye.  Dressed in a sparkly blue bodysuit adorned with tiny yellow feathers, and dangling from a long diaphanous sash, she whipped around a bendy spire, contorting and twisting and spinning as if she didn’t know the ground was there to walk on.“Say, isn’t that little Yvette?” wondered Mom.