Jews? No, maybe not. They were wearing some sort of weird clothing. Gypsies?
Gustav’s eyes followed the pack of girls until his mother grabbed his
cheek hard and scolded him for staring.
The crossing light flicked to the green Ampelmann and the crowd started
to shuffle forward. Gustav followed, but
felt a tug at his back pocket. He
whipped his head around and found himself looking into the scared eyes of one of
the gypsy girls. Gustav’s new bonded
leather wallet clutched in her hand. Next
thing you knew, they were darting down the street, thief pursued by mark. He caught up and gave her a great SHOVE.
Horrified
screams came from the crowd on the boulevard as they witnessed the small girl
fall under the wheels of the bus. Gustav
looked around, felt sure he was unseen, grabbed his wallet, and slipped back
toward his mother.
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