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"SSC(CW) Houses for the Spanish Doll"
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"SSC(CW) Houses for the Spanish Doll" |
We made houses for the Spanish doll. Those were the orders; that's what we did.
Simon and I laid the concrete base of the first one, and a small gypsy man asked us what we were doing. We told him we were building a house. He asked who would live in this house. We told him no one would live here, it was to house the Spanish doll. The gypsy man spat and walked away. We didn't see him again for a long time. When the house was completed, that woman--you know her, she's in the news all the time--declared the house unfit for the Spanish doll.
So we began a second house. And as we finished pouring the concrete, the small gypsy man appeared again. "Are you building another house?" he asked. We nodded. "And who shall live here?" he asked. Again, we explained that this structure would house the Spanish doll. He spat again, but as he stalked off, I thought I noticed something different in his carriage. And again, when the house was completed, that woman who you always read about declared that though this house was an improvement, it was still unsuitable.
And again, as Simon and I were laying the foundation for house #3, the small gypsy man arrived. "Building another house?" he asked. We nodded. "For the Spanish doll?" We nodded again. He spat again, but he didn't leave. He stood, battling with something for a while, and finally made a decision.
"Have some cigars," he said. We took the cigars and lit them, fine Cuban cigars. "Have a seat," he said. We sat, careful to avoid the wet concrete. "I'll tell you a secret," he said. "I and my family have been living in that first house you built." We stared at him through the cigar smoke, revealing nothing. I'd suspected as much. "Now you boys won't tell, will you? I'll turn you in for those cigars if you tell. Those cigars you're smoking are illegal, you know." We shrugged and went on our lunch break.
And we never saw him again.
But here's a funny thing. When we all sat down, I think that little gypsy man may have sat in a wet spot. I think maybe he never got free of that cement. I think that perhaps that house was built up right around that small gypsy man. I don't know. Like I say, we never saw him again.
And you know that woman you you always read about? She okayed that house, and the Spanish doll has been there ever since.
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