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Baby-John chattered endlessly as he and Rita walked to his apartment.
"My old man only speaks Swedish, like I said, so, he probly won't talk to you much. He don't really talk to me a lot. Mama can speak English though. She's good at it." They approached a run down building with random people strewn about. It was only a block from the Sharks territory. Baby-John led her upstairs to a second story door.
"Mama, I'm home. And I've got a new friend." He smiled at her, hoping to send the, don't be afraid vibe to her. Rita smiled back.
A short, stout woman rushed to meet them at the door, and stopped short at the sight of Rita. She was old and worn looking, tired even, and watched Rita closely.
"Hello Johnny, who is your friend?" she asked, smiling at Rita.
"Mama, this is Rita. she's the one who helped me up when I fell a few days ago." Baby-John explained, making it clear to Rita that his elderly mother knew nothing about the Jets. The old woman smiled.
"Hello Rita. It is nice to meet you."
"It's a pleasure señora." replied Rita politely. The old woman smiled, taking an instant liking to Rita. Baby-John moved forward to gain his mother's attention.
"Mama, Rita needs a place to stay. Do you think she could have Markus' old room. Please?" Baby-John begged.
"I suppose Johan." muttered the old woman. Baby-John led Rita to an empty room next to the fire escape. In it was a single bed, a lamp, and a dresser.
"This was my brother's room." baby-John explained. "He died when I was younger. Because of all the gang fighting. That's why mama and Papa can't ever know about the Jets. Promise me you won't tell them?" he begged. Rita nodded.
"I swear Juanito. I will not tell." Baby-John nodded and smiled.
"Thanks Rita. You really are nice." She blushed at the praise and paused when an old man stood at the door. He too seemed old and tired, but he smiled at her and Baby-John.
"Hi Papa. This is Rita." Baby-John said, pointing at Rita. the old man nodded and left.
"That's my old man. He don't talk." said Baby-John. Before Rita could respond, Baby-John's mother called them to the table for dinner. The food was strange, but Rita enjoyed it immensely. Afterwards, the old woman measured Rita, deciding to make her some new clothes, claiming that there would "be no poorly dressed children in this home." Rita settled down for the night after, rejoicing at the thought of her new family.
A shadow sat outside her window that night, watching her, unable to move until dawn's light. then, silently Riff stole into the dawn, obsessing over these new found feelings.
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