It is a wet , cold, Saturday evening in Kilmarnock; a distrusting woman enter a whiskey smelling bar in the outskirts to get a seat; she hold something dear, wrapped in a blanket, and fight through raucous people.
"Damn Gyppo": a man push the woman uncaringly hard and she turn in the air to make sure her wrapping is not injured; tired, she lay on the floor; she begin to sleep, when a gentle hand touch her shoulder, and the man attached to the hand pick her up and place her gently in a seat. After moments, she become aware and thank the kind man.
He replies: "I apologize for my kin, the whiskey gets them ... I am Luke... here is some milk for your baby"
The woman take the milk gently, so a drop does not spill; Luke smile while the woman pull back the blanket, rubbing the air, and pour milk into the blanket. Luke shake his head, giggling at his own inebriation, and ask: "Are you here to meet the father?"
"No, her father died ten months ago, beaten to death by villagers"
"People can be cruel to Romani"
"He wasn't Romani... he was a deranged beast I wish I had not encountered"
The woman put the empty bottle own and continue: "Arran... and I thank you my name is Yesenia"
"I have a spare room, you and the baby can use it"
"Thank you, if we can get it tonight, we will be invisible come sun light"
