He especially loved knee high socks. I craved a lot more from him that just friends. I knew the way to get it. My hands were shaking as I slid my baby... blue pleated plaid skirt onto my hips. Trembling with each button of my white button down shirt. Thin navy blue socks hit just below my knee. White mary-janes buckled over my ankles. My dark hair hinted with red was in a full bun on top of my head, a white ribbon tied around, making a little bow at the base. Although nervous, I was smiling the. And what I'm lookin' for is information about this 'Mesmer' fella' who's performing here tonight."She mulled this over a moment as Mickey brought back our drinks. She knocked hers back with one swallow, then stubbed out her cigarette in an ashtray on the bar."Why don't you come with me and you can ask him yourself?" she said, taking the sleeve of my trench coat in her hand and pulling me toward a small hallway between the bar and the stage.Warning bells started to go off in my mind; I had only. She wondered how he could stand the heat. The gold chain around his neck must have been branding his skin.“I don’t need more money,” she said. She caught the hem of her shirt, meaning to pull it up to dry her face but the hunger in his eyes halted her. She ran a hand down her face instead, swiping off the water. Strands of damp hair stuck to her forehead until the warm breeze liberated them.Junior looked at her, the envelope still in his hand. He tapped it against his knuckles.“You sure? How’s. A true healer." Mark thanked Meagen for her hospitality and assured her he would leave some coins with her when he again passed through. "You've given me all I could ask for Marcus." She said this as she stood with her boy alongside her watching Mark walk on through the village and on to the city.As Mark approached Ratae in the late afternoon he walked around the city until finding what he was expecting. A small but well built house set off from any others. From a distance he observed a boy.