Re: [Friday]
[Misha, he reckoned that as long as he could cheek his pills, then it wasn't so bad any. He could still pop out nights and go wherever he pleased. He wasn't worried 'bout it heavy like he was before Corinthian came. They'd already found him, and even his daddy knew where he was now. It was real strange there hadn't been a lecture come 'bout going home, but Misha didn't need to be near so sneaky with the angel'ing as he had to be before. Fighting, it would just mean drugging hard, and that would take his control away real permanent.
And there was the fact that he was still hoping them papers would go through, the one making him a ward of Mr. Wainright. Being real agreeable, at this juncture, was real best.]
I reckon you're right. I want to do anything that makes me better, and I want to go on and live a real productive life. [Maybe that was pouring it on thick? But the boy had a real angelic look 'bout him, like a lie wouldn't never be able to pass his lips, not on any account.]