“I’m so happy to finally be able to commit a crime with you!” He removed his bright hat, which had a few feathers stuck into it, and held it to his chest. His face was handsome and graced with age lines, his head completely devoid of hair, brown skin glistening with sweat from the heat. Tatianna groaned. “Daddy, you’re not committing a crime.” Tatianna’s father winked at the rest of them, holding up a hand, mock whispering, “But I’m at least an accessory, right?”
