Money line.
The real witch : why are you here?
This is not line to join the gym and not the government assistance line.
Grandma witch : we all are asking,
Please, not me, I have pension.
Poetess : let's all remember we are asking God.
The real witch : and what's the number?
Poetess ( looking at the paper) : one million.
Inner voice : I have some food.
Some one on the CD: please don't cut zeroes on your dollar bills.
And there is another line at the corner.
Grandma witch : we wait, we wait..
