"So you want me to teach you what exactly?" The boy asked.
"How did you get the bread?" I asked.
"That's none of your business looser!" The boy replied.
"Please I need food desperately." I pleaded.
"Go get your own. I worked hard for this one." The boy replied.
"Okay then. I'm sorry..." I replied and left.
I don't really blame him if he doesn't want to help me at all. Just look at me. I'm a mess. But come to think of it, so is him.
There is no other means for me to get food now. I'll have to steal it. I think I'll try that shop that the boy himself stole from. It can't be that hard, right?
It seems to me that Dave has no other choice. He has to take the risk and steal food.