He knows that she must want to help, if she's staying around like this. Sometimes, people try and offer their arms for a hug, try to give what they call condolences, but James can see the look in their eyes, like they're afraid and just want to run in the other direction. She's not doing that, and although it's hard for James to imagine how anyone else feels right now, he can remember better days, when mama sometimes tripped over her ridiculous heels, or when pa stumbled around the house all funny-like after a few beers and a good mood. Maybe he can find something for her to help with, James thinks, if it'll make her feel better.
At least she probably can.
"Um..." his voice trails off, helpless. "Maybe if you could tell me where I can sleep? I don't wanna bother no one, and I ain't got money, but I can do chores like washin' the dishes and helpin' with the laundry."
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Date: 2011-08-26 07:52 am (UTC)At least she probably can.
"Um..." his voice trails off, helpless. "Maybe if you could tell me where I can sleep? I don't wanna bother no one, and I ain't got money, but I can do chores like washin' the dishes and helpin' with the laundry."