James very nearly recoiled when the lady crouched down to look him straight in the eye. It was unlike the treatment that he'd gotten from most people lately. Most people averted their gazes, like he'd break if they looked too close, or like they didn't want to get anywhere near the sadness or grief. He couldn't blame them. Maybe they were just afraid too, like if they looked death too much in the eye, that it'd come chasing.
(And while James knew that it wasn't true, there were times when he felt like death might as well take him then, because he didn't have very much to keep on living for.)
But eventually, he met her eyes, and it was with an edge and wear in his eyes that most didn't see in full-grown adults, let alone children of his age.
"He took money from my mama," he said quietly. "When pa found out, he shot my mama. Then he shot myself. So Mr. Sawyer killed my parents. And I need to tell him what he done."
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Date: 2011-08-20 05:50 am (UTC)(And while James knew that it wasn't true, there were times when he felt like death might as well take him then, because he didn't have very much to keep on living for.)
But eventually, he met her eyes, and it was with an edge and wear in his eyes that most didn't see in full-grown adults, let alone children of his age.
"He took money from my mama," he said quietly. "When pa found out, he shot my mama. Then he shot myself. So Mr. Sawyer killed my parents. And I need to tell him what he done."