Kat hit that age of enlightenment and was sporting that
goth look. He saw thru that shadow outfit and saw his
babyFingers and toes born in a car on a bridge between two states. He knew her light and nourished her spirit.
Her
father Jonn raising her absolute free of the burden of joint custody came up with it. Timeless poetry uttered from a Logger no less.
John's immortal word
Kathy you always were the weird stick in the pile.