Re: [Outside Secondhand Books & Cafe: Misha & Sadie]
He took all this for granted some these days, the fact that he could sit and talk and have coffee like he was. A year earlier, he was living in that Quiet Home and hiding himself away from Heaven, and there wasn't a whole lot of freedom in his life then. Come 'round this time a year later, and he was seated sprawl and comfortable, not looking over his shoulder any and not fearing going home. The mocha he was sipping was almost gone, and the sweet taste was real nice on his tongue. He'd got here with help and plenty of it, and helping other folks felt real good to his innards. Least this was something he could manage, and it made him think on seriously spending himself more time in the Capital and doing things there, things that would actually make a difference some. Sadie, she looked warm and happy, and that was something Misha didn't bring forth from folks a whole lot recent.
"I'm being on the level," he assured her, setting his now-empty mug on the table. "See, I was chorus on in New York, in real theater, 'fore moving out here, and the Carnival was struggling some once Eddie sold it. The new buyer wasn't local, and he didn't love it any, and I didn't want to lose my place for performing. Damian, his family has a whole lot of money, and so they bought the place, and we're doing real good now." Misha, he wasn't a salesman, and could be he shouldn't have gone saying there had ever been troubles at the Carnival, but he didn't see a reason for hiding true things. "You ain't got to spend your playing money on games, Honey," he told her, just in case she was thinking she had to.
"Mondays, they're usually real good for dropping in, but you'll want to call Damian or message him on the forums. He answers plenty quick, and I'll tell him to expect to hear from you. If you don't mind playing for folks that perform, then you might want to talk to Beau too. He's the star of our burlesque, and he's always looking for interesting things to do with himself. Dietre, he's our main accompaniment on piano, case you want to put something together for the stage."
He had to laugh some at that whisper 'bout Abe. She was real new to this town and for sure. "He's real talented," he said of Abe. "Folks really believe he's a fish," which wasn't lying any, but it wasn't telling Abe's secrets neither. Misha, he couldn't lie outright, but he knew secrets were for folks to share 'bout themselves. "There's a whole lot of magic and mystery to our shows," he added, reckoning it was better to warn her. He didn't want her being real shocked when she arrived. "Folks come from real far to muse over how we pull off the things we do. It's why we can stay in one place, on account of the mystery of it all."