We are heading down south now.

I will write you another letter when we get down south.

I love you. Your husband, Tony.

P.S. Kiss the kids for me.

Got any family, Doc?

Not really.

Not really? Either you do or you don't.

It's a long story, Tony.

What, we're in a hurry now?

Let's hear it.

I have a brother somewhere.

but it got more and more difficult to stay in touch.

Curse of being a musician, I guess.

Always on the road.

Like a carnival worker.

- Hmm. - Or a criminal.

Took quite the toll on my marriage as well.

- You're married? - Was.

June.

Good person.