Cross [antikvár]

It took them a time to crucify the kid. Not that he was giving them any trouble; in fact, he'd been almost cooperative. No, the problem was getting the nails into his palms - they kept hitting bone.Meanwhile, the kid was muttering something.The younger one said, 'Whimpering for his mother.'The girl leaned close and said in a tone of surprise, 'He's praying.'What was she expecting - a song?The father lifted the hammer, said, 'It's going to be light soon.'Sure enough, the first rays of dawn cutting across the small hill, throwing a splatter of light across the figure on the cross, looked almost like care.11