Christ crouched down, trying to pry someone's grip from Clarissa's ankle. He looked at Clarissa, who was close in fear, while briefly smiling at Clarissa's uncommon expression.
"Open your eyes, Clara. She needs help."
Clarissa immediately looked down for attention. It was true. The hand that had previously gripped her leg was wearing nail polish of various patterns or, indeed, most of the nail polish was peeling off.
Still with a racing heart, Clarissa crouched down near Christ, who was handing out mineral water. She watched the corners of the women's faces that looked dirty but still looked beautiful despite the mess.
"Sorry for not responding. I was just surprised ... and scared."
After putting the bottle of mineral water in his other pocket, Christ lifted the tree trunk that had fa
