<span style="font-style: italic">â€œI-Iâ€™m fine.â€</span><br/><br/>Vannessa shook her head.  "I saw how hard he hit you.  I know a few tricks to ease the bruising.  And it looks like you haven't had a decent meal in weeks, am I right?" She asked, looking the boy over.  Life was hard, especially if you didn't have a home or a place to go.  Vannessa knew that much from personal experience.  "Maybe you should get settled somewhere and we'll see about getting you something to eat?"