There's something so good-natured about this woman that James can't help but think of his own mother, wherever she may be, the way that she handled all of the pressures of maintaining a household with the utmost grace. The way that her fingers would brush against his cheeks with such care, the way that she tucked him in at night, and immediately James shook his head vigorously, trying to push the memory away. Mr. Sawyer wouldn't care about that. He didn't care about her, not if he took her money, not if he didn't care how angry his pa would be.
"No," he says, his voice breaking, his breath hitching. "It's a letter."
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Date: 2011-08-12 05:46 pm (UTC)"No," he says, his voice breaking, his breath hitching. "It's a letter."