11
Foxfire
Before dusk, we check into a hotel. Two rooms. One with a king, one with two double beds. I take my stuff and follow Sunny.
“I saw a lovely marketplace on the way in,” Sunny prattles as we enter the room with the double beds. “I think I used to have a stall there, in the eighties. We should go down and see it. Do you think Tank will let us?”
“I think Tank needs his space.” I set my bag down. “I was actually hoping to talk to you. Why didn’t you tell me about Dad?”
“You never wanted to know.”
“But… I’m like him. In a lot of ways.”
“I know, dear. But Johnny was a free spirit. He’d want you to make your own way.”
“I know. I have. I just want to know I’m not the only one like me. I want to be a part of something. A family.”
“You are, Foxfire. You have me, and that tall drin
