Saenz was anxious. He paced backwards and forwards by the window, occasionally stopping to peer out into the gloom of falling night. Olga watching him from the bed, the baby sleeping at her breast. "He will come," she said, soothingly.
"How do you know?"
"I know," she said, "I can see it in his face. He has a kind face."
"The devil eats kind men."
"He will come." The baby made a mewling noise before licking it's lips and settling back. "She is dreaming," said Olga smiling. "Tom has not abandoned us yet, has he? He could have given us up many times but each time he has helped us. I refuse to believe that he will foresake us now."
"What do you know of people?" snapped Saenz.
The girl smiled gnomically, "do you think you are the only one who has seen life?"
Saenz nodded, and turned to gaze out of the window. He knew that to pursue that line of arguement would be fruitless. He knew very little of Olga's background, what little he did know was that her family had seen much suffering. Indeed, he knew that she did in all likelihood know far more than he about the nature of the human heart.
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