“Grams looked up towards the sky. ‘It’s a bright, clear night. Lots of stars, a half moon,’ she observed. Inexplicably Clara shivered as though someone had walked over her grave. ‘Did you know that your name, Clara, means clear or bright?’ asked Grams. Clara shook her head. The old woman nodded sagely. ‘And the name ‘Luke’ also means light,’ she said, looking fondly in Luke’s direction. ‘Isn’t that a coincidence?’
Clara looked at Luke in bewilderment, then back at Grams. In the firelight everything seemed to have taken on an ethereal, dreamlike quality.
‘Do you know anything about Gypsies, Clara?’ asked Grams.
Clara shook her head. ‘Only that you can curse people,’ she said boldly, and Grams cackled.
‘So they say,’ Grams said. ‘So they say.'”