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by Carol Ann


  “Madame won’t let you go either, silly,” she said.

  “She’ll give me her blessing. Madame is very generous to those she loves. She taught me so much. She’ll teach you to read.”

  “I don’t need to read.”

  “You can manipulate more people that way, you little cold bitch.”

  “That sounds interesting,” said Clementina.

  “Madame is a brilliant woman. Oh, by the way she is not lesbian. Don’t try anything!” I said.

  Madame asked me to come visit her often and of course, I did. And she never found out about Rupa.

  I said I would come to her when she needed me and she replied did this mean when she was dead.

  I laughed and said, “No, I want you to know I’m here. If you were dead you wouldn’t know I was here. Majesty you taught me so much: I shall always love you.”

  “Gitana, I will never forget you.”

  “Nor, I, you.”

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  And so it was, I went back to my roots, set up camp, bought farm animals, a large wagon and hired a man to help me with the hard tasks. I cooked and wove my clothes, and adopted gypsy garb again putting my many gowns in four pine trunks. I set up a boojoo shop and began to read fortunes, tarot and bones. I lived like any other gypsy and hid the nature of my fortune for I knew they would rob me if they knew. People sometimes said I looked like La Gitana and I always laughed and said I was no such person. I was back in Sacro Monte again to find my old self, Tekla. I took great pleasure in sleeping in the open in my wagon with the stars over my head. Life burst forth like a giant orange sun and I had feelings I hadn’t felt in years.

  Then my life became an infinity sign for I was back to where I started from. I saw a man with gray hair riding towards me on a mule. He said, reaching his hand down, to pull me up, “I have need of a woman: have you need of a man?” “I have need of a man, Julio.” I said and mounted the mule in back of him.

  I know of lush red wine, the softness of a woman’s shoulder, the yearning in men’s balls, the taste of tears, and the violence of harsh laughter. I learned to be bold.

  The meek do not inherit the earth. They inherit a palace of tears. Remember me for I am dead.

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  Table of Contents

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

  CHAPTER THIRTY

  CHAPTER THIRY-ONE

  CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

  CHAPTER THIRY- THREE

  CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

  CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

  CHAPTER THIRTY- SIX

  CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

  CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

 

 

 


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