Re: [Outside Secondhand Books & Cafe: Misha & Sadie]
As Misha's drink proved, he was real fond of sugary things, but the mocha was 'nough for him, and he hadn't got anything for himself to take on. He just sat and talked, remembering New York some. Life there, it had some real good memories for the boy with a 10-year gap in any kind of memories made. Course, it had all ended real awful, but that awful had brung him here, and it made him think on how his foster momma always said God opened a window when he closed a door. He didn't like thinking on her much, on his foster momma, but the saying seemed real appropriate in the here and the now.
He raised a brow when she said she'd done something similar to his faux pas, and that was encouragement for her to tell her tale. She slipped right into storytelling after, and he tried to imagine her real small and found it was plenty easy to picture her with a fiddle in her hand. But the story, it moved onto girls that were pretty, and Misha chuckled some at real awful timing. He almost hid his own hands, on account of they didn't have one callous or scar on them, despite all that fiddle playing. He didn't spend much time 'round folks that would notice his hands or their lack of marring, but he reckoned he would draw more attention by tucking his hands under the table out of the blue, and so he didn't do a thing with them.
"Did you ask her to step out once your hands were better some?" he asked, and then he tipped his chin in the direction of the town churches. "We got churches, both Protestant and Catholic. I go to the Catholic one, and the services are real fine, but I heard good things 'bout the Protestant one too." That wasn't fibbing, and Misha reckoned any way folks came to their Lord was just fine, and that even included said Lord being called by a different name.
His phone dinged, and he glanced at it real quick, knowing it would be Damian's return text. He typed some, and then he looked up at her. "That's Damian. He'll be ready to see you come Monday," he told her, and he tried to think on a good tale to wrap up with. "When I first come here, and when I first come to the Carnival, it was owned by the man I said, by Eddie, and he did all these real thrilling animatronic shows, and I was real intimidated. I'm just turning 21 this month, and I hadn't met no one like him then. I auditioned fine, and I got my job, and the first night I stepped out there and the whole place was filled. The stage, it's dead center, and all them folks are right up where you can see, and I forgot how to fiddle. I plain forgot, and I couldn't recall a thing, so all I could think to do was sing, and the only damn thing that came to mind was Amazing Grace. Well, I sung it, and that crowd joined in halfway through, and it was the most uplifting performance I ever done to this day."
He grinned at her. "One more from you, and then I best go on. I got to get myself to the Capital 'fore long." He nodded toward his phone, which was on the table 'tween them. "I got to find someplace nice to go dancing since I asked my boy on a date 'fore fixing a spot."