Sometimes as she sleeps she remembers flashes from her old life.
“You're quite beautifulâ€ﾝ
“Whatever would the Darcy's say?â€ﾝ
But those are fewer now.
She now lays back smoking eagerly. Trying to forget
“It'll be an adventure.â€ﾝ
“Don't you trust me?â€ﾝ
He was beautiful then, and she'd been the picture of innocence. Now of course she wasn't so.
“How fine, a real lady on your arm Conlon!â€ﾝ
“Aww shuddupâ€ﾝ
She should have listened.
“Whatever will the Darcy's say?â€ﾝ
She'd been angry, thought she'd known everything.
“Mother, the world isn't about what the Darcy's think or say! Mother this is a new world!â€ﾝ
She'd seen the light.
“How can you live in a hopeless world of tea parties and giggling?â€ﾝ
She'd found true love
“You'se something special Margret.â€ﾝ
Of course love doesn't happen like it does in the dime novels. No.
“Where is Spot?â€ﾝ
“He got hitched, while back. Where ya been princess?â€ﾝ
Returning home hadn't been pretty.
“Where have you been! You look a fright.â€ﾝ
“Mother, help meâ€ﾝ
There had been no place for her.
“Go to your street friends!â€ﾝ
They didn't love her anyway. Loved her glitz and glimmer. But never her.
“God, Margret. What do you think I am? This ain't a game no more.â€ﾝ
Who ever said it was?
“I haven't any place to goâ€ﾝ
“Go home.â€ﾝ
There wasn't a home.
“Chin'll take all your problems awayâ€ﾝ
There were men fucking her as she smoked, when she dreamed.
“One of them?â€ﾝ
“They always come back.â€ﾝ
She didn't think so much of the past now.
“Whatever will the Darcy's think?
“This ain't a game no moreâ€ﾝ
She wondered what was so bad about it
“How can you live in a hopeless world of tea parties and giggling?â€ﾝ
“Who cares what the Darcy's think?â€ﾝ
She didn't think of it now.
But she thought at times, her skirts hiked up as a man fucked her, not noticing...
“Whatever will the Darcy's think?â€ﾝ
Author's notes: different take on the “rich girl poor newsieâ€ﾝ thing, because what the hell happens after? The thing the girl is smoking is Opium, not marijuana fyi