Blowfish

The jukebox was always blaring, and often when Mim stopped by, she danced to a few tunes with Henry. He knew the latest steps, The Swim and The Boogaloo. His long, sun-streaked bangs hung almost in his eyes and his sideburns grew long along his jawline. Mim wondered just what his father John Francis, mister-tucked-away, high-and-tight, Marine lifer, thought of his son’s hippie look.