Ralph

Just like that, the story was over. The rock was just a rock, the mother was hollering her head off, and we were running for the door, all three of us. We quick got into our shoes. She kept shouting about us bringing false idols into her house.

“Pagans!”

Lou was making little whimpering sounds.

“Gypsies!”

I took her hand and got us out of there.

“Trash!”