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alley house, she said the Gypsies would get me if I lived out there all alone. Mama has been talking about Gypsies ever since I can remember. How they were out hunting for little girls just like me. But, after all the times Mama warned us to look out for them, they still almost got us. We were playing cowboys and Indians and didn’t even hear them coming. I was just about to shoot Bud dead when his eyes got big and he let loose a blood-curdling scream. I knew he didn’t want to get shot by no cowgirl but his scream caught me by surprise and I dropped my stick that I was playing like was a six-shooter. Bud kept screaming and I was about to tell him to hush (after all my gun was just a Sycamore stick) when I noticed he wasn’t looking at me. He was looking behind me. So, I turned to look over my shoulder and I know I lost five years growth once I did. My heart came right up into my throat, which explains why I couldn’t even scream. Bud was still doing the job for both of us. Look like the blood vessels in his throat, which were turning blue, would burst and kill him any minute. I had no power to stop him, I couldn’t move. I was froze right in the middle of July … froze right where I stood. And I was standing less than an arm’s length from a bonafide Gypsy woman. She was an old Gypsy woman and they were the worst kind. They stole little children on account they couldn’t have none of their own. Stole them and sometimes they cooked
them and ate them. Or they raised them to be Gypsies and steal more little children. The men Gypsies just robbed you blind. I’d a whole lot rather be robbed blind than eat up dead. I swear I don’t know how the old woman slipped up on me. She had little bells sewed into the hem of her long skirt and more tiny bells slipped on giant hoops that hung from her ears. Her skirt was every color there is and even in the heat of July, she had a shawl around her shoulders (probably a good place to hide stolen babies). She was as broad as she was tall and covered every inch of the ground she stood on. Her hair was black as coal and hung lose all around her shoulders and her back. I couldn’t tell which was nastier, her hair or that old shawl. She didn’t say a thing but directly, she curled her upper lip into what was a smile, I reckon. I couldn’t stop staring at her front tooth (she only had one). The lone surviving tooth was made of gold. No wonder the other teeth were missing. She probably pulled them out and sold them. I could smell a strange odor on her breath, like the musty smell of the basement with pepper all over it. I can remember it better than I can tell it. Bud finally ran out of air and stopped his high-pitched screaming. In the silence, the Gypsy woman said something to me but I couldn’t make out a word she said. Her knarly hands looked something like Grandma’s except she had rings on every finger and bracelets stacked on both arms. I knew it wadn’t good
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