The thoughts flash in Fire’s mind from time to time but she could never put them all together. It was in bits and pieces and every now and again images of her mother being abused at the hands of her father would flash through her mind. Fire was an exotic dancer and she witnessed the misogynistic abuse of her mother during her childhood in the seventies. Fire grew up with her parents Rose of Haitian-French decent and her father Black Jack that grew up in back woods of South Carolina. Rose came to the United States at the age of fourteen speaking French with very little English. She was something Black Jack has never seen; she had beautiful dark skin with huge almond shaped eyes with a huge mole below her right eye. She had thick wavy jet black hair that she wore pushed back all of the time. She had unique features that made her look eccentric yet beautiful.
Black Jack was a local street hustler that dealt in prostitution and mescaline. They met at a local juke joint called Moe’s when Black Jack was on top of his game. Rose was something like Black Jack’s bottom bitch but he never made her sell her body she just kept all of his finances in order because Black was bad with numbers. Black Jack loved Rose but when he was high on his shit he turned into Lucifer himself. Fire was the product of a one night stand that her parents had in the bathroom of Moe’s on their first encounter. Fire grew up on the West Side in a high rise apartment building. Her father had the finest of everything money could buy. He had off white Italian antique furniture covered in plastic with tall wooden legs…..
