Suddenly Gurdy walked up.  She laughed.  “So tell me, were you robbed or was it a jealous husband.”

          George shook his head. “I’m not sure what happened.  I am glad that it was you who found me. How is it that you did happen to find me?”

          “A friend of my fathers invited me to his estate out in the country for the weekend.   I was riding one of his horses when it threw me. Then the rascal ran off. Without a horse I started walking and was trying to figure out a short cut back to the home when I noticed the tree house. It reminded me of one I used to play in as a child. A friend who is now deceased built the one I used to play in.  He built it especially for me and I was thinking about him and the past when I climbed up in the tree house. You kind of remind me of my friend and that made me even more shocked when I saw you lying there. Then I couldn’t wake you up and I went in to total hysterics.”

          George said, “So you didn’t have a dream that caused you to find me.”

          “How odd and romantic for you to suggest such.  But no, I just happened to find you because the tree house made me think of my friend.” Gurdy added, “But you have been in my dreams.”

          George said, “Yes, at the wall.”

          Gurdy’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped. Then she shook her head.  “You had me going for a second.  You must have heard me talking to a friend about it.”

          George lowered his head. “Yes, I must have. But do you think there will be two angels who will come to us as children and rescue us from that dream.”

          Gurdy took off the white glove on her hand and put her soft, delicate fingers to Georges face. “I once hoped you would seduce me, but now I know there will always be something between us. We both are looking for someone to rescue us.”

          George said, “But instead you found someone, me, to rescue. I shall always be grateful. Might I eternally count on you to be the one to rescue me? That is until the angels come.”

          Gurdy laughed and she put her hand against Jay’s face, “If I always have Jay to help me.”

          Kitty reached up and took Gurdy’s hand into her hand. “No. That is not going to happen.”

          Gurdy stuttered.  “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to imply that! You, you, you, know, you must think I am an awful person. I was just pointing out that Jay is the one we should both thank.”

          Kitty smiled.  “No. I don’t thank you are an awful person. I know you were both teasing and pointing out that Jay helped you. I’m not normally a jealous person. I don’t normally go on the defensive without thinking. I had terrible dreams last night and then I learn that two gypsies have been murdered and….  ”

          Gurdy turned and looked at George. “Is that the reason you were attacked?  Did someone mistake you for a gypsy?”

          George looked at Kitty and then looked at Gurdy. “What if I were a gypsy?”

          “I would think it is wonderful that you have such a rich culture and I would want you to be my friend as I already do.”

          Kitty put her arm across Gurdy’s shoulder. “I think we are going to be friends so I tell you this as a friend. Don’t be too trusting of people.”

          Gurdy took Kitty’s hand away from her shoulder.  “What? Do you have something against gypsies?”

          “I am a gypsy born to a tribe that gives their children away to childless couples and then return to extort money from those couples. Please don’t make sweeping judgments one way or another about us. Don’t try to prove what a good person you are by being overly trusting of people who don’t prove they deserve to be trusted.”

          Gurdy said, “I am sorry.”

          Kitty laughed. “For what?  You have no reason to be sorry.”

          Jay said, “Enough standing out here.  We need to go on in the Inn and get something to eat.  I am starved.”