Brent: I feel ya bro... that's why I called you
Marcus: so??? what is it??? tell me..... what has it's got to do with Simone and the past that you called me in the middle of the night???
Brent: well..... it's like this... there's a young lady who checked in here the other night. and.... ... well.... ... she just checked out...
Marcus: that's it??? that's your fucking good reason for waking me up and yelling so loud at my goddamned ear???
Brent: hold on..... man!!! hold your temper... I'm not done yet.
you see to a young lady just checked out. but... her face.. .....
Marcus: what about her face??? and what's her face got to do with me???
Brent: bingo!!! you nailed it, bro!!! that's it!!! her face!!!
her face looks so much like yours, but her eyes look like Simone's
Marcus frowned as he heard his friend's word. his brows crease thinking of some possibilities, but he can't be too sure if what he is thinking is right just by judging a person's look.
Marcus: are you telling me that there is a possibility that... that young lady is my child??? mine and Simone???
how can you be so sure????
Brent: but of course!!! I'm sure..... in fact..... I'm very very sure...
aren't you glad bro???
Marcus: fucked!!! of course, I'm glad if what your thinking is correct, as a matter of fact, I'll be overjoyed...
Brent: come on man!!! you see I'm reading her registration info here when she signed and check in the other night and.... her name is Morgana Sheffield.....
Marcus: Morgana Sheffield??? Simone Sheffield..... she is my daughter, that young lady is my daughter Brent!!!
Brent: I know... I'm the one who told you..... remember????
Marcus: yeah....I know .... thank you, bro...
I need to find them, even if I have to search for hell and high water..... I'm going to find them