At that moment, Sharon's mother Cheryl was sitting on the patio behind her home and gossiping with the other members of the local flower club. In total, there were four people there aside from Cheryl, all between the ages of 45 and 55, and all close friends with each other. The group had just finished examining Cheryl's meticulously cared-for flower garden and had sat down to enjoy some ice tea when a large marble statue appeared out of nowhere.
Cheryl and the others lept from their lawn chairs. They stood, stupefied by the sudden intrusion of the large, marble ornament that what they were actually looking at didn't register for several seconds.
"What is it?" Patty, a redhead and one of the other ladies in the group asked.
"I, I don't believe it," Cheryl replied, awed. "It looks just like my daughter, but..."
"She certainly looks like she's having fun," Jane, a graying brunette, quipped.
"Hush!" Linda, the dowdy, most conservative of the group looked on in disgust. "It's obscene. And where did it come from?"
Fran, the eldest of the group, whose blond hair had already faded gray completely, looked the statue over. "No idea." She took a sip of tea. She was the only member of the club that regularly spiked her tea with alcohol. "Whoever made it certainly has an eye for detail, though."
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