The Gypsy Game [antikvár]

"NOT VERY MUCH, I guess. Why?" That was the first thing Melanie said when April asked her if she knew anything about Gypsies. April didn't answer. A minute or so later Melanie waved her hand in front of April's eyes and said, "Hey, anybody home? Come back to earth." Still no answer. April just went on staring into space. They had been lying on their stomachs across the bed in April's room, digesting their Christmas dinners and talking about the presents they'd gotten and other Christmas stufF. Not talking all the time, but just once in a while when they felt like it. That was one of the good things about being the kind of friends they were. Sornetimes, when they were together, they gabbed their heads off, and sornetimes not. Either way it always felt okay. So when it took a long time for April to say why she'd asked the Gypsy question, it didn't surprise Melanie all that much. She knew that when April's blue eyes got that spacey look it usually meant that she was on to something new and exciting, and if you waited long enough, you were sure to hear all about it. So Melanie waited. While she waited, she had time to sit up, scratch the mosquito bite on