"Gypsy?" He looked at Holden curiously and then gave him an awkward half smile. "My dad is a gypsy. Calls himself the gypsy king." Now he had a place to live and all, no longer travelling, but he was allergic to work and refused to get a job, no matter how much the social went for him. Him and the other gypsy lads scammed around town. Everyone in the area knew his dad. Especially the kids at school.

No one thought he was worth anything, thanks to his dad. He didn't realise he had just admitted he was 100% not related to the very non-gypsy Mrs Applewhite. "My name is Gideon but, like, you know... they call call me Jip. Or Gypo. I prefer Jip, it's easier. Well, nah, I like Gideon but like... no one uses that. Not even my dad."