mwestbelle

Mikey refuses to look around, because he'd only snarl at the whisperers (sinful, horror, filthy, boy-lover) and that would get them nowhere. The tale will be bandied all throughout town by noontide, he's sure, and he can only pray that most of the patrons here (low class, working class) don't recognize them--excited as he is to get away, he would like to spare Mother that one last indignity. He leads them out and into the bright light--it's almost too much, and his hand turns to a claw in Gerard's side, as he winces at the heat of the sun on his face.