the women reached out to the bag.
But unexpectedly, the old woman clung to her with both hands.
—Please no.
Razor laughed.
—Have you heard? Now it turns out that he also wants to give us orders!
—I haven’t done anything to them —said the old woman in a low voice.
—We don’t care.
Razor abruptly tore the bag from his hands and threw its contents on the floor.
A comb, an old handkerchief, several photographs and a small metal box fell on the asphalt.
The inmates laughed.
—And that’s all? —Navaja mocked—. Have we wasted so much time because of this garbage?
The old woman bent down to pick up her things.
But one of the women pushed aside one of the photographs with the toe of her shoe.
—Crawl, grandma. Go find her.
Several inmates who were nearby watched what was happening, but none of them intervened.
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