Fox thought back over his childhood. He learned to read from bartenders teaching him the recipes for mixed drinks. He learned math by adding up the ounces of alcohol in a drink, and then by figuring out the proofs and just how strong the drink was. He learned the history of towns he visited, the science in the way alcohol goes through your blood and what to do to keep yourself from getting sick through the night. Yeah, no one could say he had a normal childhood. "I didn't have private tutors, but I didn't go to school until high school."
He figured that Cissy was checking him out as he spoke with the waitress. After a few years, he learned to feel the eyes on him. He liked that feeling.
She really seemed to want to tell him. Or was she insulted he didn't care? "Why should I be curious?" He rested his elbows against the table and leaned towards her. "You got pregnant the way most women do, I'd suspect. You're here with me now because you choose to be, just like you're choosing to keep the kid. Most women of my acquaintance would be happy I'm not asking questions. Why aren't you?"