I could see the old man's rage and sense of utter hopelessness. One of the older men looked at Pops and chortled.
[Romani] "Good little mouse," he said. The other two chuckled. The punk began working a hand down the top of the girl's shirt and fondled a breast. The girl was crying.
[Romani] "Maybe I'll pop her cherry on this table tonight?" the punk snorted. The girl didn't know the lingo, but she knew his intent. The other laughed. I stood up. Selena grabbed my hand.
"We do not get involved," Selena whispered intensely. "Those are the rules."
"What?" I looked over my shoulder and down at her, smiling.
"I'm only going to ask him how good the soup is," I fibbed. No one at my table believed me. Selena let go, and off I went. The two older men had caught the conversation, yet lacking kno
