Trixa moved at the speed she thought the kid could handle. His concentration was impressive in the face of free food, but then the tears he seemed to be fighting meant he was definitely focused on something else. But she wasn't the type to pry, simply returning each squeeze with a smile and an unspoken promise that she wasn't going to leave him alone. Her Mama would eat her alive if she abandoned an innocent little kid, hell, Trixa'd volunteer.
But the name the kid gave made her pause, 'cause sure, she knew Sawyer. The man who'd thought she was someone else, the one she suspected of having a past. And here was this kid, looking terrified and sad and a hundred emotions she'd love to make go away, asking her if she knew him.
"Like Tom Sawyer? I've heard the name around." She paused, kneeling so she could look at the kid eye-to-eye. "Do you know a Mr. Sawyer? Did he hurt you?"
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Date: 2011-08-16 06:20 am (UTC)But the name the kid gave made her pause, 'cause sure, she knew Sawyer. The man who'd thought she was someone else, the one she suspected of having a past. And here was this kid, looking terrified and sad and a hundred emotions she'd love to make go away, asking her if she knew him.
"Like Tom Sawyer? I've heard the name around." She paused, kneeling so she could look at the kid eye-to-eye. "Do you know a Mr. Sawyer? Did he hurt you?"
She would kill him.