Wood stepped forward, pulling Alex behind his back to protect him. His eyes were full of sympathy but firm: "Sir, I can understand your pain and helplessness right now..."
"You don't understand a damn thing!" The man scolded him, spittle flying: "You pretty boy, clothes all smooth, one look and anyone knows you were born in a wealthy family; how can you understand the difficulties of people like us who run around for every meal! Without hands, one cannot work. My wife is the best tailor in this area, but now she is a cripple. No work means no money; we are about to be evicted because there is no money to pay the rent! Look at this place, you look, there's no business left here; how are we supposed to live..."
