They always
ordered the largest size triple shot latte they could buy. They hardly ever
drank it all; they just liked how the large warm cup felt in the hand. Cops,
whatever size or shape, are the same. They’re suspicious. Oscar joined the
meeting a few minutes late. They had already gone over what they called The Week in Review. Fortunately nothing
very important had happened.
“Did you
find the TV set?” asked Reginald. They all laughed together.
Oscar was a
natural born storyteller so the others sat back sipping their coffee and
waited. “By the way, the gypsy encampment is nowhere close to the fair.” he
started off. He described the wagons, the sheets, even the color of the flames
from the bonfire. He may not have found the TV set but he did find everyone
asleep. Everyone. “It was all so picture perfect it was unreal, unnatural.”
Oscar said. “Since the other day,” looking at Reginald, “I’ve been thinking.
How come there’s no food at the Fair?” The Keepers looked at each other.
“I saw no
food at the camp either.” he added suspiciously.
End of Chapter Three
(To Be
Continued.)
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