Chapter 17: Charity

But I meant business. And oh, how Gypsy could tell.

But that didn’t, in any way, stop her.

“Dear girl, calm your voice. Enough of that din.” Gypsy shook her head, reluctantly, hating that it had to come down to this. “Unless you want them to snatch you away, take you to the loony bin. A bit like some of that Victorian asylum garbage you hold in such high regard.”

“Please,” I whispered once more, practically envisioning ...