two miles we had to go was filled with bickering, insults, chuckles, and mild flirting which I really enjoyed even though my temper and pride was tested to the max as we came to nothing other than an Amish farm where a man in black slack, orange long sleeve shirt, black vest, and straw hat stood with another draft horse that was hooked to wagon with fire wood on it.

Jolin raised a hand in greeting and suddenly started speaking Dutch to the man. I learned to speak German/Dutch after I had learned that a great great grandmother and grandfather survived the holocaust and it was sort of my way to pay respect in which I also learned to speak French, and Portuguese for the simple fact that they were exotic and sounded fun to say.

Anyway it was a shock to hear Jolin speaking to the man who actually knew who he was and spoke back to him making me wonder if he was in act Amish but quickly I threw that out the window because he didn’t wear the clothes they did and was pretty damn mouthy. No way could he be an Amish boy.

Jolin dismounted the mare and lead her to the man and continued to talk to him as I stood there eves dropping on their little conversation in which consisted of Jolin telling the Amish man how he and I ran into the horse and how she would only follow my gelding which ended that story but started the story of who I was in which Jolin explained as she is new to town and he was showing me where I could ride my horse. Then he got mean telling the man how he would never date me because I was “English” which in turn almost made me shout, “I AM IRISH TRAVELER!” but instead I held my tongue and continued to listen as they talked back and forth for another few minutes about the man’s family and how he was hoping that is his son did meet an English girl during his ramspringa that he hoped that he kissed a girl as pretty as me.

Out of habit I rolled my eyes and though, “Yeah, I bet he would only “kiss” her and I can guarantee you that no Amish guy was going to touch me.”

Suddenly some guy appeared and started walking my way as Jolin and Amish Joe kept talking and it was no surprise that the guy walking toward me was also Amish but he was younger and had a big smile on my face.

I decided to lay out the charm and test this guy and managed to put a smile on that I had learned to put on from my twin sister.

In English he spoke to me, “Hi, haven’t seen you here before.”

I leaned down more and replied, “I just got here and had a bit of a horse problem and delivered a mare back here. You look like you know all the ins and outs of this place and could show a girl a good time.” And to add to the sugar I gave him a wink which made me blush a bit before he said, “You are talking to the right guy. In fact tonight there is a barn fight. You should come and I will show you some things I bet you didn’t know about us Amish men.”

I had the urge to roll my eyes but forced them to remain on him and smile although it was getting to be a strain. I managed a sweet giggle before nodding my head and getting directions. When I looked back up I was getting a dirty look from Jolin.

This sight made a real smile on my face and I wanted to chuckle but instead I gave him a wink before turning back to the guy I had been talking to and I said, “See you tonight.” Knowing Jolin was listening. I turned Dutch around and made eye contact with Jolin one more time as the smile got even bigger all while his scowl got more dangerous and I knew I had to leave before something bad happened. But first I had one more gesture to hit him with. I kissed at the air toward him before I loosened Dutch’s reins and let him gallop back down the path we had just come from.

When I arrive back at the trailer my mother is doing my sister’s hair as my brother sprays himself with some expensive cologne meaning there is a party tonight.

Kizzy’s eyes move up to me and she smiles and answers my silent question, “There is a party tonight with a bunch of gypsies and we are going plus there is a surprise that will be here any minute.

I roll my eyes in agitation knowing exactly what that surprise is. It is our cousin Esmeralda, a Romni gypsy and is freaking crazy and for some reason she thinks we are bestie friends.

Knowing the routine I trudge back to the bathroom where my dress awaits on the curtain rod making me roll my eyes at the sight before slamming the door behind me and I started the beautifying process.

After an hour I figured I was good to go. My hair was prettied up, my makeup was flawless, I had on flashy jewelry, the damn green dress that I thought was too short with the black spiked high heels with emerald straps.

My mother looks me over and fixes all my flaws before saying, “I wish your hair was naturally this light. It looks so pretty with that green. Watch out for your sister in case your brother finds himself a girl.”

“Yes m’am.” I reply dully making my annoyance apparent which causes her to just turn and walk over to Kizzy who looks like she is my age in her purple dancing dress. I’ve told my mother again and again that the dresses are dancing dresses, not club dancing but like risqué dancing with the stars dance dresses but she assures me that I look fabulous while I think I look slutty. Anyway Kizzy has lots of dark eye makeup and a purplish pink lipstick with heavy eyeliner which all together takes away from her natural beauty but I’m just her sister, I don’t call the shots.

Esmeralda’s car sounds outside telling me it is time to leave and I quickly escape with Kizzy close on my heels as we jump into the car and take off.

Esmerelda has big brown eyes and shoulder length black hair with a medium build and an extra big mouth that never shuts up.

“Oh my gosh Kizzy you look absolutely fabulous! I cannot believe you are finally out with us on the prowl.”

In the back seat I slump down more and put my index finger to my head and pretend it is a gun and shoot myself as Esmeralda find her long lost bestie in Kizzy who is just as perky and “like totally excited!”

I need to remember to keep this finger loaded for emergencies like this.

Nonetheless we meet up with some friends and cousins I have not seen for years who apparently remember me but have forgot what a bitch I am.

“Holy shit Juliet you are looking hot babe!”

The nicest thing I do with that compliment is give them the finger and scowl as they go on and on about how they are really Romeo and a bunch of other corny crap in attempt to woo me. Needless to say they crashed and burned trying to impress me.

Once they have realized that I’m not impressed their egos deflate some and begin talking to Esmeralda and Kizzy.

This is going to really suck! The Amish barn fight would have been better than this crap and my thoughts go back to Jolin and a wicked crooked smile crosses my lips as I tried to picture him as an Amish farmer and almost laughed out loud but one of the guys voices interrupted my thinking.

“Just follow us and make damn sure you can always see us because we are actually going to a fight and a party with non gypsies.”

“Wait!” I interrupt, “You say a fight? Like a barn fight?”

The guys look at each other and nod their heads and I begin laughing. “This is rich! Gypsies and Amish.” More laughter. “This sounds like a bad joke.”

“Well Juliet there isn’t just Amish, there are the usual guys and girls our age that are not gypsy.”

“Yes but Amish! Are you guys fighting the Amish?”

“I don’t know if any of the fighters are Amish but I do know that the Bo and Stefan are fighting.”

“This I’ve got to see!” I reply excitedly…. Who knows, maybe I will run into Jolin.