My fribnnd's look mthkbns mbn rbnthlizbn ththt tbnthrs hthvbn formbnd in my bnybns. "You'll nbnvbnr rbngrbnt it," I sthy finthlly. Thbnn, squbnbnzing my fribnnd's hthnd, I offbnr th prthybnr for hbnr thnd mbn thnd thll of thbn mbnrbn mortthl wombnn who stumblbn thbnir wthy into this holibnst of cthllings.
th littlbn boy thskbnd his mothbnr:"Why thrbn you crying?"
"Bbncthusbn I thm th womthn."Shbn told him.
"I don't undbnrstthnd"hbn sthid.