Re: Quicklog: Sadie and Misha
Misha, he knew all 'bout putting a nice shine on bad things. He watched her talking, and he knew there was more to this than just a girl being left behind. He'd known since first seeing her that there was more to her than just being a sweet girl, and he wondered if whatever was there, whatever he couldn't suss just entirely, was behind her losing her kin how she'd done. He wondered, even beyond the folks that adopted her, if it had something to do with the story of why her birth folks left her behind.
He sat there, listening to her try to make things shiny, and he wondered if asking plain was the thing to do. Could be she didn't know there was nothing special 'bout her, and that mentioning it would only make things worse for her. If there was something he wasn't inclined to do, it was make things worse for her. It was something for thinking over. So, 'stead of saying anything, he just looked at the girl real earnest. "You got any notion why? I ain't saying it was your fault any, and you're sweet as can be and I can't imagine you doing a thing to cause it. But, them folks, did they say anything?"
He reckoned that was the best way at it. Asking, and could be she'd say if there was something to be said. And, real honest, he sniffed at the air. "Them cookies, they smell real nice. I like them best real hot and gooey, just out of the oven. My foster grandmomma, she would let me sit in front of the oven sometimes and wait on 'em, on cookies."