I noticed the sudden coldness of the girl, like a stump trying to feel itself when answering the old lady's question. But in the end, the crazy laughter of the mother just prevailed. "'That's right. If I were in my daughter's situation... my stomach wouldn't be able to bear the spread of my parents' life," she said shaking his head.

"Mommy..." stammered the daughter calling attention. "I'm just going to pack."

“Hey, hey. Witch. Who told you to pack?" annoyed mother's restraint.

"What? Why?"

"You don't need to pack because maybe this man will answer that he will be your part. Just leave your clothes and jewelry behind. Leave your...