A day at Sheepshead races
"Wolfdog what ah ya doin' heah?"
"Heya Race, nothin' much just bettin' on some horses"
Racetrack and me were always close. Probably because we're cousins, which can be a problem sometimes.
"So uh hows all da Brooklynites doin?"
"Spot an some oddah newsies soaked a guy from Queens" I wasn't s'posed ta say that oh well I'll take the consequences. Everyone knows Race is Italian both his mom and dad are. I'm his cousin on his muddah's side. I'm his muddah's, sistah's child.
"Well it was short but I has ta go an swindle some people outta dere money"
"Ha,ha kay Race see ya" I made my way to the betting booth. I saw Racetrack playing marbles. How dose he know how to play marbles?
"Excuse me ma'm"
"What"
"Which horse would you like to bet on?"
"Uh, numbah 8, Sundance" I gave her my money and decided to walk, it'd be an hour before the race.
"Hey, Higgins"
I hope that's for Race, please let it be for Race. I kept hearing Higgins over and over. Someone tapped me on the shoulder.
"Higgins I'm talking to you"
"What do ya want?" I yelled and of course some people stopped and stared. "Oh, well no wonda look who it is Brooklyn's goilfriend, Midnight" She disgusted me, not only me but everyone else in Brooklyn too. All except the one and only Spot Conlon.
"Spot says he wants to see you right now"
"why?"
"I don't know, I don't know everything"
"Where is he?"
"Across the street from here, duh"
I made my way through the people to the front gate. I saw him across the street talking to a girl of course. I opened the gate and walked up to him.
"What?"
"I wanted ta sat dat I'm breakin up wit Midnight"
"Oh my, do ya want a medal?"
"Very funny Wolf"
"I'm bored is dat all ya got ta say?"
"You're da foist poisen I've told"
"So"
"Which means I can confide in ya"
"okay" I made my way to the gate with Spot behind me.
"I love ya" He whispred. I went back inside to see Midnights face, it was priceless.
