Opening the BoxChapter 5
It hadn't been that difficult finding his father. He just looked up the newspaper and found out when the next fair was being held and drove there. His bus was distinctive, oranges and greens, hand-painted in murals of stylised plants and animals. He'd been happy to see him, hugged and kissed him. Justin had been a little embarrassed by that, but saw all the other 'carnies' and 'travellers' smiling around them. When in Rome? It was a different culture, part hippy, part entreprenurial,...