Chapter Eight
Jimmy Boy Gorman in Orlando
“Gosh, I love Orlando at this time of year,” James “Jimmy Boy” Gorman idly commented in Cant, a language often used by people of Irish Traveler ethnicity, as he stretched out on the passenger seat of the SUV that was hauling the family’s new camper.
“So do I, Dad,” six-year-old Tonya Gorman said from the back seat of the car.
“Are we going to go to Sea World again this year?” eight-year-old Bobby Gorman asked from his position beside his sister.
“Sure kids,” Brenda Gorman said. “Right after we all go to Disney World. Why would we come here and not go to Sea World?”
Brenda was driving because Jimmy Boy had gotten a bit tired. Jimmy Boy gazed at his wife’s profile: she was lovely. Once again, he was glad that his family and her family had made
