Re: Wainright Manor: Iris M/Manning T/Misha B/Damian W
Misha, he reckoned Iris and Manning both looked real nice. They also looked real white, like he did, and he wondered if Damian's little aunt was dark skinned like Damian was. Misha, he came from a place where there wasn't real kindly feeling towards folks that were different, and he worried over Damian and this, now that he understood the full extent of it. The thing with being raised in a real racist place, it was that you believed that was normal, leastways 'til someone brought it to your attention that it wasn't so none at all.
Iris, Misha read as being nervous and uncomfortable, and he didn't reckon why. Comparatively speaking, he and Damian were real young, and Misha never did comprehend folks being fussed by either of them. But could be he saw life different. Either way, he smiled at both Manning and Iris, and he listened polite as Manning and Iris talked 'bout coming here. And, now, normal, Misha would just say the truth and plain: That he'd been sent to the crazy house here to serve out the rest of his prison sentence, seeing as he was mad as hatters, or so everyone reckoned then. But he didn't want to make a bad impression on adult folks that might be good to Damian, so he kept his reply plenty vague: "I came here from New York," he said, which was true. "I attend the university in the Capital. I'm in their performing arts program," he offered, thinking it would be fitting for someone Damian was with.
And he couldn't reach out and touch Damian, not how they were sitting, but he gave the boy a real warm smile as Damian stated when he arrived and real proper-like. "We got us a smaller house down the lake a'ways," he explained, in case the big ol' house was overwhelming, and, Misha, he thanked the staff that brought out the food, and he was real kind 'bout it. "The food, it looks real nice, sweetheart."