Hello everyone! I am happy to say that I am finally typing the continuation of The Manhattaner. I hope you enjoy! There might be a few surprises.
It had been a month since Anne had moved to Chicago with the English man, Mr. Erik Bridgefield. Somehow Spot had gotten the address to her apartment in downtown Chicago. He wrote many letters trying to convince her to return to Manhattan.
As each letter was received Anne's heart ached more and more from missing New York. She had never remembered any more of her past, besides that simple tune she had hummed that day in front of the dressing room table (refer to The Manhattaner).
Sometimes Anne wished she could loose all recollection of those wonderful days with the newsies, so that her sorrow would also be gone.
During that month in Chicago Anne had become one of the fashionable people in society with the help of Erik. They went to all of the balls and social gatherings making her more and more well known amongst all of the upperclassmen.
The day before Anne was to leave to attend a local ladies school another letter arrived from Spot. She quickly opened it, nervously hoping deep inside that there might be some news of Pieboy. Her heart sunk as she read....
Anne,
Things are not so well here. Will you ever get over your stubbornness and quit denying me a letter. Every time I send one I get my hopes up that I might receive a reply, but I am always mistaken. I think Kloppman is getting very tired of me asking for him to write these letters, but I will continue to send them, as long there is hope of getting an answer. Well, to my point, Pieboy has once again gone sick on us. He is in the Manhattan Medical Institution.
Anne quickly threw the letter to her desk and ran to send a telegram saying that she's arrive in Manhattan by the next day.
The letter continued....
Please come. He needs you. I think you are the only one that can save him. All of the guys miss you and send their love.
Your Friend,
Spot
She was soon packed and on a train bound for New York, leaving a note to Erik saying....
Erik,
I have gone to Manhattan. A friend is sick and I must go.
Love,
Anne
It was an extremely long and hard journey, but she made it on time to the Manhattan Train Depot at 3:00 sharp. Spot and Jack were eagerly waiting for her. Noticing them Anne quickly jumped from the platform, hurling her luggage at Spot sending him sprawling on the ground.
Anne rushed up to Jack wrapping him in a gigantic bear hug and a kiss on the cheek, "Ah; I've missed you so." "Wow Anne what a woman you've become. We've missed ya so much," Jack grinned, giving her another hug.
"Well, hello ta you too," Spot groaned from beneath the pile of luggage. "Aw, come on Spot," she said, offering him a hand and a kiss on the cheek once he was up.
"Dat's betta'," he grinned his trademark smirk, approvingly. "Let's go," Anne said once again, very anxious to see how bad off Pie was.
"We's jist gunna go on back ta da lodging house for a bit, but you are free ta go on alone," Spot replied as he called a cab for her. "Well, okay," she replied and they went their separate ways.