Re: Quicklog: Sadie and Misha
Misha, he couldn't imagine being so fussed with her that she'd lose him as a friend. He didn't think the girl had it in her to do a thing that would lead to that, and he would've sworn on that, hand on his heart and true as could be. But, even with all that, he was confused some when she said it hadn't only happened the once. Misha, at first, he was real unsure what she was talking 'bout. "You hold on. What is it you heard plenty? You talk plain so I can follow," he said, ignoring the smell of the cookies just for a spell. He reckoned this felt important, though he wasn't real sure why yet, and he was chasing the thread and trying to find the end of it. Just then, he was only holding thread, and with no clue where it ended at. "You mean being given up, honey?"
She was saying real nice things 'bout him next, but they didn't matter to Misha as much as figuring what she'd been trying to say meant. He was like that, and real likely to focus on other folks than on himself, and he was still thinking on it when she went to get the cookies from the oven. Five more minutes, she said, and he didn't even go on explaining he liked them gooey. "You just sit and talk at me," he told her. He wasn't budging. Misha, he could be plenty stubborn at times.
The party and her grandmomma, it was all sweet, just like her concern 'bout his foster folks, but Misha, he was set on what he was set on, and he just smiled at her sweet a spell, waiting on her response.