Gypsy stares at swirling images inside crystal ball, jots five lines of text onto notepad:

“Crushed sapphire path leads underground,

Rich bitch lands in bad part of town!

Uneasy street, rough characters,

Stop in their tracks to stare at her,

Hoots, hollers, hand gestures abound.. “

Shocked beyond indignation Mrs. Hamilton can’t even respond to proffered words. “Do you own some type of tiara or jeweled headpiece?” gypsy asks. “Well, I hope to win the crown of Mrs. Sapphire City.. “ housewife sputters, still discom... Show more