how long you been living here?â
Neil breathed a sigh of relief and took a sip of the tea.
Victor knew that the slight had sealed their relationship. From now on Neil would be someone to disrespect and insult. Gypsy insults had been honed for centuries and were always delivered with a smile.
They visited for a while longer. Faith got up first, and when she was out of earshot, Victor politely bowed to Neil and said, âYou have nice house, nice wife, you are very lucky man. Too bad people have no trust in you.â
Neilâs eyes went wide as saucers, and he started to respond. Thinking better of it, he said nothing but scurried across the yard to catch up to Faith.
âWhat an ass, that man,â Victor said to himself as he watched them walk out the gate and around the fence toward their own home. âWhy do I have neighbour like that all the time?â
Fuming, Neil went down to Cooperâs Grocery and Hardware Store and bought two keyed-alike locks. He placed them on the counter and told Richard Cooper, âGot new neighbours, got new locks.â
Richard didnât like Neil because he had probably stolen from the store. Heâd never caught him red-handed, but after fifty years in the business, he had a sense about the people who walked in the door. Richard was nobodyâs fool. He put two and two together with the locks and the new neighbour.
âNeed some new security, do you?â Richard asked.
Neil couldnât have answered any faster than he did. âYou could say thatâif your new neighbour happens to be a gypsy!â
Richard had delivered supplies over to the Elsa Mine for many years. He had met Victor and liked him. Richard was also too old to hold his tongue, so as he opened the ancient cash register and handed Neil his change, he said, âSeems like the kettle is calling the pot black these days, ever since some firewood exploded.â
Neil absolutely hated being reminded of that event. Even more he hated anyone challenging his opinion. He slammed the door behind him when he left the store.
Soon afterward, Richard Cooper hired Victor to make his deliveries and gave him a five percent discount at the store, where Victor immediately bought material for his new home.
Taffy saw Victor carrying cans of paint into his house, and with a wave of his hand, Victor invited him over to see what heâd done so far. He proudly walked Taffy through the three small rooms painted in purples, greens and blues.
âDamn gypsy has the place looking like a rainbow,â Taffy re-ported later to Wilfred. âI thought I was inside a Ukrainian Easter egg.â
When heâd completed the interior, Victor painted the exterior to match. He also removed the warped and weather-worn fascia boards and with his coping saw scrolled new boards with elaborate detailed scenes of people, animals and symbols.
âLegend and stories of my people. The moon, the stars and the sun,â he said.
âFinest scrollwork Iâve ever seen,â Pat Henderson, the owner of the Flora Dora Café, told William Pringle. âVery detailed.â
Victor loved his home and lavished care on it. The neighbours took some time to get used to it.
âIt will grow on you,â said William, Wilfredâs friend and sometime business partner.
Taffy scoffed. âWho does he think he is, bringing that junk onto my street? Looks like a circus, it does. The only things missing are a giant Ferris wheel and fireworks.â
As much as Taffy was concerned about Victor being a thief, he was more concerned about Neil being a proven thief, and a wood thief at that. He told Wilfred, âThat Neil, Iâm sure heâs up to his old tricks. I canât leave anything out without it going missing. Iâm going to catch that rat red-handed one of these days. Then youâre going to see action, I tell you.â
On sunny days Victor liked to work in the garden, but on rainy Saturdays
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