Caroline squeezed into the crowded trolley car.   Due to the tightness with the crowd of people.  Most of them tourists.  Swivel heads as they peered out of the trolley car with seeing the sights and sounds of New Orleans.       Feeling Louie pressed up against her.   Caroline would lean back lightly, yet firmly to against her son.<br/><br/><em>"So you want to know about your father."</em>She would say softly.   Not giving any more then that.  As the two are on a crowded trolley.<br/><br/>The trolley reaches the end of the line and French Market.    Everyone tourist included along with the two of them.  Would get off the trolley.  The destination for the riders are indeed   the French Market.      As she gets off she would turn and suddenly take your right hand in her left.  As she lean in closer to Louie.  Her face mere inches away.  Those lush full lips of your mothers ever so succulent.  As her eyes sparkled with a mischief.<br/><br/><em>'You are your father's son.   If you want to know.  Embrace that part of yourself."</em>