"Let's go Grim, burn rubber old man." Who is she calling old man, I ain't old, not by a long shot. I try to shake away the fading memories of Red that play out in my mind, like they are on a blurry screen, but even when I'm not thinking of her, she is somehow always in the back of my mind. How can you still feel someone with you after this many years? Some nights I lie awake and I could swear I can feel her breath tickling my ear.
My girl, my Baby, is the only other woman who will ever ride on the back of my chopper, even if she does love pink. Not sure, what it is with her, everything has to be pink—not just any pink but cotton candy pink. Never knew there was a difference until Baby came along. I always thought pink was pink.
Watching her is so motherfucking hard, she is sitting on the picnic table slurping her strawberry milkshake, dressed like a pink nightmare—pink chucks, pink skirt thing that looks like something a ballerina would wear, and a glittered pink tank top. Her red hair shines bright like a flaming torch in the sunlight. Little shit even has her momma's freckles and creamy skin, nothing about the girls says she is mine, she is all Red, from her head to her toes.
Knowing I need to talk to her about school I take a seat beside of her. "Baby, you can't go around doing and saying whatever in the hell ye want, least not while you are at school." She pouts, shrinking away from me, picking at the faded green peeling paint on the table. "Do you want a chili bun?" I try changing the subject. I don't know how to be her dad. Her goddamn bracelet catches my eyes as it twinkles in the sun, yup I am ready to get back on the road. Not sure how much of this I can take.
"Can I stay home tonight, at Foxie and Slim's, Rebel has a new game and I wanna watch him play?" Baby has a room at my trailer but she rarely stays in it being that I am on the road for the most part. When I am not hunting Benji and Squirrel, I am making moonshine deliveries. I'll do anything to be on the road.
"If that's what you want." She squeezes my hand and puts my heart in my throat when she looks up at me with those eyes that have that fire dancing in them.
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