We heard her singing before we saw her walking through the cemetery, dressed in a black dress with a pair of black wings on her back. She wore a small black hat with long, trembling feathers and paper flowers were tucked into a messy knot on the top of her head.
In her arms she held an accordion named "Helen" and as she played and sang a slow, possibly French or maybe Italian song, Susan and I looked at each other and grinned.
She was a gypsy from a fairytale, a true character from a good book - with a heavy New York accent as she called to someone across the grass, "I'll be right there. Someone wants to take my picture!"
