Marian's strongest memories of Art were of his stubbornness, about the dumb arguments she'd had with him over drinks about things neither of them cared about when sober but had decided were now definitely a thing to be argued about. Marian always laughed first, and usually she let him win as well.
She could picture him slipping so easily back into the Fox, but she didn't know if she was imagining a reality that might not exist. The rest of the Merry Men had spent almost two decades with Art after she'd lost them, and it sounded as though the path he'd began to walk in that time had been darker.
"We're gonna get him back," Marian said after thinking about it, nodding with assurance. "I know we are, and we're all going to be a family again."