Vinnie bent down to pick up her fallen handbag, brushing off the dust and inspecting it carefully. When she hit Ruben, the bag had swung around and picked up a few scratches.
She gently stroked the scratches, feeling a pang of regret, for she couldn't afford a new one right now.
"Don't worry about it. I'll buy you a new one, any color, any style you want," Borys said, feeling a bit uncomfortable. He realized that Vinnie always carried this bag. She had mentioned selling her other bags and jewelry for money before.
This might be the only bag she had left, and the diamond ring she was wearing today could be her only piece of jewelry.
His wife only had one bag and one ring? What a joke!
"I gave you a card, didn't I?" Borys said, his tone harsher than intended. "Why didn't you buy yoursel
