Izzzy is oblivious.   She extends her arm around Serinas shoulders as the two walk. It's a friendly gesture.  It would be funny if it wasn't so damn pathetic.<br/><br/>Isabella is a good mind reader....<br/><br/><span style="color: olive"> "Don't worry kid...I'm sure whatever fella's got yr eye'll come around. Anyone'd be a fool not to. Fawkin' look at you!" </span>She beams and even leans in and kisses the snake charmer on the forehead.<span style="color: olive"> "Yr gorgeous!" </span>She really was, all smooth and soft...warm..and....girl. So very girl like. WIth the teeth...gotta have the teeth. So pointy and ..<br/><br/>Izzy shakes her head to dislodge that train of thought, and swallows hard.<span style="color: olive"> "Right Um...But yah' kid ...anyone would be the luckiest bastard on the planet ta' come home ta' you." </span>she nods, she means it. The fact of the matter was  Cammy was the first Troupe member Izzy ever met. By the time she was introduced to everyone else, it was too late. She was already smitten. Had things been different ...well who knew? Things..might be changing however.<br/><br/><span style="color: olive">"I think Enzo has a sweet spot for ya..ya' know? I mean...he hasn't out right tried ta' boink ya, has he?"</span>And he better not try either...<br/><br/>Izzy opens the door to her wagon as they arrive, taking one last lingering look at Cammy before ducking her head in. Her Wagon is a mess.  A few pictures are taped to her walls. One of her father and mother,  The popes head cut out and glued on Bing Crosbys body,  One of Izzy and Enzo looking rather annoyed that they had to deal with one another for five seconds, and another of Cammy and Izzy, the tattooed woman with a 'woe is me' expression, while Izzy stands in her full suit, a rose in her mouth,and both hands on her hips.    The picture was Izzy's favorite.<span style="color: olive">" Don't mind the mess" </span>She calls over her shoulder as she holds the door open for Serina.<br/><br/>The barker starts to rummage through her belongings ,<span style="color: olive">"What ya in the mood for Serina? Whiskey or straight up White lightnin?" </span>White lightning was the most volatile or Rot gut, and of course it was Izzys specialty... She holds up  two small empty barrels grins,and gives the girl a wink<span style="color: olive"> "Ladys choice." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>