None of them had heard him approach the stone prison. He put two watering cans on the floor. As he straightened up, he took off a canvas bag which he casually dropped at Erma’s feet.
“Here, kids, here’s water. And in the bag, there’s soap. Wash. I want you to be clean like new pennies.”
In response to the glare that he received, Andrew left one of those sneering laughs they had come to know. He was wearing a charcoal grey three-piece suit. A Kangol beret fell on his forehead. In order not to dirty the sleeves of his white shirt, he had pulled them up his forearms.
“Obey, kids. It would be better for you. If you play dumb with me, you’ll regret it. But if you promise to wash well, I’ll be nice. You’re hungry, aren’t you? No need to answer. Your stomachs are rumbling loudly, eh? Scrub you
