A twenty-year-old Maitre was seated at a bar when a younger man approached him.
“Sir, can you spare a coin,” the boy asked. Maitre shook his head not even looking the boy’s way.
Moments after Maitre had drunk his fill. He stumbled out of the bar. He walked down an alleyway. He saw the same boy walking toward him.
“Kid, I told you. I don't have any money to give you.” Maitre said and the boy ran and pushed him.
Drunk, his wobbling legs welcomed the fall. The boy kicked him in the abdomen a few times. He searched him taking any valuable thing he could find.
The boy ran leaving Maitre moaning on the floor.
“ Are you okay?” a voice said. Maitre sat up to see a man walk toward him.
He placed his hand over his wounds and tried to heal them.
“Hmmm, I can not heal you.” the man frowned as
