Girl With the Green Bag
One Bad Turn Deserves Another
When I first saw the old lady, I thought she had fallen in the canal. She was kneeling by the canal bank in obvious distress. But coming closer I saw that she was fishing something out of the water and muttering darkly to herself.
“Wicked, wicked girl,” she was saying. A few soggy pieces of paper lay by her side, and a few more still floated in…