When the gypsy met the gorga

Chapter 32: Stefan

" Millie, how did you do this?", asked the reporter to her.

I stared at her, the last time I would see her. We were to leave the next day to Wales. It was decided that we would come down twice a month to meet Ferka. I was about to turn to leave. The villagers were now talking to the kumpania. Every one was happy. I was really upset.

" Stefan was the one to find out about the herb." The reporters came running over. I answered a few qiestions. Millie was watching. The reporters went and interviewed the others. I went over to her.

"Thanks", she said.

"It was for your Grandpa", I said. She nodded. We stood there awkwardly for a while.

"I see you've moved on", she said. I stared. "That girl". She pointed to some one. I laughed.

"That's my Mum's niece. She came to help." Millie laughed. I smiled. She looked up. Go on ask her. Millie can we get back?

Just then the doctor's gang came with the new board to put inside the meadows claiming it as a heritage site. They insisted Millie and I hammer the first bit into the ground.

I left after a while and mooched around town while the celebrations went on. I saw Terrance waiting on the pavement looking at the street. His expression was blank. I stared for a while. A car was coming at top speed. I put two and two together and jumped . The car swirved but I pushed Terrence away. The car just bumped but there was no harm done. People gathered around. An ambulance was called and we both had to go to hpspital. The doctor checked us. I just scraped a bit of my skin so I just had a bandage placed on me. They also wrapped the glass nick because I think it got infected.

Terrence had bumped his head on the road and fractured his arm. They were doing a couple more tests on him. I was about to leave but a nurse came and told me that Terrence wanted me to see him. He wasn't really the type to say thank you. Maybe it was to swear at me for saving him. So I went any way.

He looked horrible. Not because of the cut. He hadn't shaved for days and he looked gaunt, had bags under his eyes.

"Look....." I was right, he didn't want to say sorry at all."I've had it. I need to tell some one. I never thought it would come to this." He was bickering something. I had a doubt on whether it was to me. He wasn't even looking at me.

" It wasn't him. It wasn't him", he kept on saying that for a while.

I was about to ask him what he was talking about but.....

"Ferka didn't kill Frank...."