A CAT HAS 9 LIVES
" I had the fortune of running into a gypsy one day at a show in London. She was an old hag, begging for alms. The Giovanni family are reputably generous. It's in our blood. After dropping a sensible amount of money in her bowl, I walked away. This old hag followed me all the way down to my car. The boys tried threatening her away but she wouldn't let me leave. Now I'm not the type of person who waste time with people but this woman was different. So I gave her audience in my car while the boys waited outside. The gypsy hag knew all about me, even information I kept most hidden From people. At first, I thought she was a spy but it turned out she wasn't. She wanted to give me a gift for my ge