The moon was full and splendidly outlined by the drifting clouds. The soft sound of harnesses jingling, and the steady clip clop of hooves on pavement, was all one heard as the wagon passed down the road leading to the back of the court. The one on the corner next to the tracks, was the final designation the letter said, when it arrived two weeks ago. It had taken that long to cross miles of country just to reach this trailer park. Although  they had accepted her request to rent a space, she wasn't sure she would be accepted by the other tenets.

  It wasn't that she was weird or anything, it was just her mode of travel, and often Gypsy wagons where shunned. There was nothing to it, but to park the wagon, and turn the horses out to graze. She hoped neither one would take a sudden liking to her neighbors fancy flowers. Tomorrow, she would introduce herself as the Countess Lavinnia, referring to her mothers side of the family. She would not mention her fathers relations, coming from Romanian as they did.

  By making a small amount telling fortunes, no-one would know she was really very wealthy. Thus protecting herself from fortune seekers.

  She always left the Fantastic Ali Baba by her back door, where ones future could be reveled for the small sum of twenty-five cents. It never failed to bring them back wanting more, at which time she would read the tarot cards or seek into her crystal ball for the answers they requested.

  If she didn't enjoy travel so much by gypsy wagon, she would have missed much of the countryside. One traveled so much slower this way, allowing extended viewing of everything from the flowers by the roadside, to the spotted knickers on a clothesline. She had everything she needed right there, including seclusion when needed.

  Mischief the cat popped up beside her with ears and eyes trained into the dark. The resounding noise of a cat fight, reminded her to keep him inside tonight, or he would be in the thick of it. Between cat and horses, she would have a time trying to explain to everyone they were really good to have around. At least the horses produced a by product her neighbors could use in their gardens. For some reason the flowers and vegetables always grew bigger when they used her brand of fertilizer.

  Well, nothing to it she thought, as she guided the wagon into place on lot # 20. Tomorrow would bring whatever, and she could sleep in, in the morning. At least the owner was amused by her letter of request to rent a lot, and readily offered her this one. We shall see..... what the neighbors think.