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“Later today, we’ll visit a family whose home burned down. They’re living with relatives, but they have very little. Your mother learned of them yesterday. We’ll take food and clothing and see if they are in need of money also,” Theophane said.
Nicholas nodded. He was used to going with his parents on such errands. Throughout their city, they were known for giving and helping those in need. Nicholas took it for granted.
Theophane noticed a woman walking toward them. He didn’t know her but had seen her before. Her left hand hung limply at her side as she struggled with a heavy bundle with her right.
“We should help her,” Nicholas said.
Before Theophane could reply, the woman hurried up to them and knelt down before them.
Nicholas drew closer to his father. Theophane, greatly troubled by her actions, asked, “Can I help you?”
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