all these war criminals here?" An older man hissed at the lady. She grabbed the marker set from a kid and put it in "the carpetbag". Turned on heel, whispered to some other women, then came back towards the Tag Sale table in the Parish Hall. "You did not just hear that." Was said to a gang of children. One boy in dyed black (me mum got sick of doing our laundry) coveralls said just as sternly, "Oh I did tweed pants."
A girl smacked at him. He ducked backwards but his hands were stuck in the straps so when he lost his balance he crashed into the old man's table. People sort of tried to come and help, but once up from the sitting tables, mostly took their families home. The man pointed at the lady. "It's her! She's the curse! Worse even than Our Greek Curse.". He threw some of the items in the pile into a box then went outside to smoke.
"I can't have this happening here," one nun said really loudly to the others. They moved together towards the table. Uprighted it and started putting things back on the table.
"I need you to take me there."
"Okay, get in." The rather tall woman looked down at the kids and at the wagon. "Do the people who live on the Island all travel this way?"
"Well, a quid might getcha an answer to yer troubles." The boy said. "The answer is no. Us and the wheelbarrow crew, we just pick up the dead ones. Before the early birds get the worms!"
"Oh, I see. May I walk beside?"
"If you insist. But stay unseen."
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