Inside the kitchen Pieboy stood at the sink washing the dishes from the boys lunch earlier that day. Spot let out a loud grunt in order to make his presence known.
"Spot, Ya come ova' for a visit?" Pie asked, not noticing the quivering figure of Anne behind Spot. Spot reached behind himself and yanked her from her hiding place. She let out a small squeal from the pain his tight grip was putting on her arm.
"That hurt!" she whaled, causing Pie to whip around. His chin dropped at the sight of her. "Hello," she whispered. "Hey.... I missed you," he replied as he dried his soapy palms on the dishtowel.
"I... I.. I missed you too," she stuttered as she began to edge her way to the door. "I'll jist wait right here until yall are done," Spot grinned, taking a firm place in front of the doorway, blocking her only escape.
Anne scowled at him as she turned back around, "You do know that those things I said at Medda's that night (refer to previous story) weren't true." "I hoped they weren't," Pie paused, "You are gunna stay with us for a while? Aren't you?" he continued hopefully.
"Only until this turf war is over.... then I return home to Chicago to attend school," she replied receiving a low, "We'll see 'bout dat," from Spot.
Before she could flash him a mean look there was the loud sounds of over 40 feet clomping into the lobby and up the stairs to the bunkroom (newsies returning from carryin' da banner). "It would be rude of me not to say hello to the boys," she smiled, giving Spot a good push out of the doorway.