Purest Fiction: A Parade and a Hero

Purest Fiction: A Parade and a Hero
As the author staggered downhill under her load, a turquoise convertible rolled by. She grinned, having taken childhood trips in an identical car.
One block from her apartment, a city worker placed sawhorse barricades across the street. The turquoise convertible idled behind them, and the dark-haired driver leaned out and spoke to the city employee. Then he shrugged, and turned toward his passenger. The redheaded woman braided her long hair.
She wasn’t near enough to make out their conversation, but the mystery partially resolved itself when the author heard a marching band. After a deep breath, she stepped forward. A parade was nothing to cause worry. It’d hold the attention of everyone on the street. As she approached the corner, the author paused for a few moments.