Ghost Boy (2002)
“She died and then returned from the land of the dead to the land of the living. The small eyes closed and opened, and a smile came to her lips. She looked at Harold and asked, “Are you an angel?”
“I believe he is,” the Gypsy Magda said. “Yes, I believe that he is.”
They settled the child into a nest of pillows, then traveled east, the way they had come, down a road that was thick with mud. The Gypsy Magda drove, with the farmer shouting directions, with Harold squeezed between them. From the ba...ck of the truck came laughter as Samuel and Tina and the child lolled on the Gypsy’s cushions.
“Turn here,” shouted the farmer.
The truck slowed and swung to the left, up a narrow lane toward a farmhouse in a field. Again the child laughed, and the farmer smiled. “She seems well,” he said. “I cannot thank you enough.”
“You must never talk of what was done,” the Gypsy Magda said. “You must never ask her where she was or what she saw.”
The farmer nodded. He fiddled with the Stetson that he held now in his lap, bending the brim into curves.MoreLess
“I believe he is,” the Gypsy Magda said. “Yes, I believe that he is.”
They settled the child into a nest of pillows, then traveled east, the way they had come, down a road that was thick with mud. The Gypsy Magda drove, with the farmer shouting directions, with Harold squeezed between them. From the ba...ck of the truck came laughter as Samuel and Tina and the child lolled on the Gypsy’s cushions.
“Turn here,” shouted the farmer.
The truck slowed and swung to the left, up a narrow lane toward a farmhouse in a field. Again the child laughed, and the farmer smiled. “She seems well,” he said. “I cannot thank you enough.”
“You must never talk of what was done,” the Gypsy Magda said. “You must never ask her where she was or what she saw.”
The farmer nodded. He fiddled with the Stetson that he held now in his lap, bending the brim into curves.MoreLess
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