He sat in a trailer in a suit. His hair was white and his glasses thick. He chewed tobacco and walked with a silver cane. He liked ice cream. He always had ice cream.
He was only interested in dad, and his scant surroundings made me uncomfortable. I studied his eye movements and his line of questioning. He was still in love with my grandma, his ex-wife, his second wife.
How was I to know there was something deeper? A genetic code that writ a world only he and I would know.
Standing in the shadow of a jungle, a little girl with a lion's roar.
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