Luludja led Tsura back up the stairs she had first appeared from -- back to the apartments above the store. There were three, but her family only used one -- the other two were known spaces where other Romani families could repose while in London, especially if they had been rejected at hotels or campgrounds.
The hardwood floors were still burnished to a shine with pride as Tsura entered her home -- or what had been her home when they hadn't travelled. She followed Luludja obediently into the kitchen, unsure of what to say at first.
"You never duid things easily, murri tikni." Luludjja said as she lit the stove and started to boil the water neeeded for the coffee. "Grind the beans, would you?" She asked without looking, knowing Tsura would follow her instructions. "Though I must say, I was a bit surprised -- I had thought you would never marry -- and a gadjo -- but he has depth."
Tsura blushed. "Terry is...he's..." She struggled with the words. "He's a lot of things. I love him."
"Love will hold a great many things together, Tsuritsa." Luludja lectured. "But you will also need trusst to get through the hard times -- and if you've left, then harder times may be coming to you both. Do not dwell too long in your happiness, my girl. It is a sure way to bring on the evil eye."
"Yes, Dya." Tsura said obediently,. filing that away. "But with him -- I can't help but be happy."
"And that's good." Luludja said simply. "It's that and his willingness to be one of us that the Rom Baro will look for. Just...love is easy when you are happy. Harder still when you argue. But if he is all you suggest -- you should be fine." She interrupted herself to ask for the coffee grounds, and Tsura handed them over, before obediently going over to the pantry and helping put together a filling lunch. She wondered for a moment if her mother was disappointed in her, before Luludja spoke again.
"There. Now let's take everything downstairs. You chose well, Tsura."