“Listen, you shouldn’t call yourself The Misfit because I know you’re a good man at heart. I can just look at you and tell,” said the grandmother. The misfit was moved by the old women words that he almost reddened. The old lady looked like his mother, if she had made it to old age. As The Misfit drew small circle with the tip of his gun, he said, “I prechate that lady.” When Hiram, “It’ll take a half an hour to fix this here car,” The Misfit silenced his heart. He said, BubbaJay, Why don'cha ya step over yonder with the boy and this man here,” pointing to the father with his gun. The Misfit said, “I’m sorry I don’t have on a shirt before you ladies. We buried our clothes when we escaped. BubbaJay was the only one able to find a shirt
