After three weeks, the whole news of the reunion died down. My brother and I started talking again, I went to Irving Hall more often, and I spent a lot of time selling on Delancey street. I also visited Sailor in Brooklyn a lot. I decided one day to sell at the train station and heard that a train from Santa Fe was coming in. I laughed, coincidence? I smiled and used a headline I hadn't used in forever, "EXTRA EXTRA, ELLIS ISLAND IN FLAMES! BIG CONFILGATION!" A hand was placed on my shoulder, "I know that headlines fake." I turned around, "because I made it up eight years ago." I smiled, "Nice to see you Jack." I gave him a hug and saw the bags, "Your back?" He nodded. I gave him a quizical look, "where's Elizabeth?" He shrugged, "She understood that I missed City life. I was just too stubborn to admit it. You reminded me." I laughed, "Need a place to stay?" He nodded. "Appartment 22A Delancy Street. Storm'll let ya bunk with her." He smiled and headed off.
When I returned to the lodging house Race and Blaze were telling stories to the youngsters, "Guess who moved back into town?" He smiled, "Where's he bunkin'?" "Appartment 22A." I replied. Blaze pulled me aside, "I heard Spot popped the question on Storm." I laughed, "I'm suprised he didn't do it earlier." She laughed. I glanced around the lodging house, this was home. I smiled. This was the tale I would tell the newsies. The story how all the strike newsies came Home Again
A/N: Thank you for all who reviewed, followed and stuck around. I hope it was good enough for ya. CTB, Wapomeo Huntress
