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“Put my babies down you nasty thieving son of a bitch. I’ll<br />
kill her … I’ll kill her dead.” Mama had the old woman’s hair<br />
pulled so tight she couldn’t move her head.<br />
Pop was coming fast as he was able behind Mama. He had<br />
a piece of brick in his hand that must have been the only<br />
weapon he could find. “Put ’em down. Put them babies down<br />
afore I hit you in the head with this brick,” Pop yelled shaking his<br />
fist in the air.<br />
I knew right then my Mama could do anything … knew it in<br />
my soul. Knew she could save me from anything on earth.<br />
The Gypsy man dropped me and Willy both and began<br />
pleading with Mama not to kill the old woman. I reckon even<br />
Gypsies love each other cause the man had tears running down<br />
his face as he continued to beg Mama to let her loose.<br />
Mama yelled for me and Willy to get up and come to her,<br />
which I was well on my way to doing. But Willy wasn’t moving.<br />
Mama kept yelling his name but he was laying just as he fell. I<br />
ran back to him even though I was scared the Gypsy man would<br />
grab me again. Willy didn’t look hurt, no blood anywhere that I<br />
could see. Still, he wouldn’t wake up so I drug him by his arm<br />
toward Mama.<br />
Everybody was yelling. Pop threw his brick, but it didn’t hit<br />
nobody. Mama was losing her hold on the old woman cause she<br />
was trying to sink to her knees. Soon as I got Willy in reach,<br />
Mama let go and pushed the old woman down. She told Pop to