Undercover RoseChapter 80
Gulfport Mississippi was home of the Shrimper's Festival, but it would always be in my mind as the place where I was born again. I woke up the first day of the festival in a cheap motel. I should have been depressed with the size and shabbiness of the place. I might have been, if the sun hadn't been shining so bright. The bright sunshine was proof that I had slept well. Long and hard was how I judged it. I didn't have to force myself to get out of bed. I was eager to see what the day held...