*Author's notes*
1. Sorry it's short, and no this isn't the last chapter.
2. Simper means to smile stupidly, just so you know.
Chapter 4:
We talked for a while, not all night or anything. She invited me to
visit anytime I want. I don't know why she changed her mind. I think it had
something to do with just seeing me again. She said she didn't want Emily to
know anything though; too bad for her.
I walked into the apartment a week later. I was going to take Emily
out to lunch at Tibby's. I found her in her in Clara's bedroom.
"Whatcha doin' kid?" I asked as I walked through the frame.
"This is you isn't it?" She demanded, pointing to the picture I found
only seven days earlier. "It looks like you."
"What makes ya say sumthin' like dat, huh? A'cowse dat ain't me."
"Please, don't lie to me." She pleaded. "My ma's been looking at
this picture every night, crying. I know she's not crying because of my
father. She hasn't cried in years. It's you."
"I-I promised I wouldn't say nuthin'. So I ain't sayin' nuthin'."
She just looked at me with those piercing eyes. "Awrigh', awrigh'. Yeah, it's
me."
"Why? Why didn't anyone tell me? I knew you looked familiar. You
said you didn't know me. You lied."
"I didn't know ya. I haven't known ya in yeahs."
"Spot, you're my brother?"
"Yeah." I said, with a smile. We didn't have any real gushy moment.
She just said:
"Okay, let's go eat then." So we did. We walked into Tibby's and all
the boys just stared at us.
"You gotta knew goil, Spot?" I heard Mush, who was about ten, ask.
"Nah, dis ain't my goil." I said. Jack ran up to me and pulled the
two of us aside.
"If dis ain't yoah goil, den what is she?" He asked. I looked at
him, then back at her. She kind of smiled a sad smile, like she wanted our
secret to stay secret, but she knew it couldn't happen.
"She's my sistah, but don't tell nobody." I told him. He understood.
He turned and simpered at her. I wonder-nah.
"You got a sistah, Spot? Why ain't you told no body?"
"Listen, Cowboy, it's my own business, so butt out." Then I grinned.
"She does look like me, doh, don't she?"
"A little bit, yeah."
**As you can see I've taken down chapter five. So...The End. But worry not, for
there is a sequel in the works.**
1. Sorry it's short, and no this isn't the last chapter.
2. Simper means to smile stupidly, just so you know.
Chapter 4:
We talked for a while, not all night or anything. She invited me to
visit anytime I want. I don't know why she changed her mind. I think it had
something to do with just seeing me again. She said she didn't want Emily to
know anything though; too bad for her.
I walked into the apartment a week later. I was going to take Emily
out to lunch at Tibby's. I found her in her in Clara's bedroom.
"Whatcha doin' kid?" I asked as I walked through the frame.
"This is you isn't it?" She demanded, pointing to the picture I found
only seven days earlier. "It looks like you."
"What makes ya say sumthin' like dat, huh? A'cowse dat ain't me."
"Please, don't lie to me." She pleaded. "My ma's been looking at
this picture every night, crying. I know she's not crying because of my
father. She hasn't cried in years. It's you."
"I-I promised I wouldn't say nuthin'. So I ain't sayin' nuthin'."
She just looked at me with those piercing eyes. "Awrigh', awrigh'. Yeah, it's
me."
"Why? Why didn't anyone tell me? I knew you looked familiar. You
said you didn't know me. You lied."
"I didn't know ya. I haven't known ya in yeahs."
"Spot, you're my brother?"
"Yeah." I said, with a smile. We didn't have any real gushy moment.
She just said:
"Okay, let's go eat then." So we did. We walked into Tibby's and all
the boys just stared at us.
"You gotta knew goil, Spot?" I heard Mush, who was about ten, ask.
"Nah, dis ain't my goil." I said. Jack ran up to me and pulled the
two of us aside.
"If dis ain't yoah goil, den what is she?" He asked. I looked at
him, then back at her. She kind of smiled a sad smile, like she wanted our
secret to stay secret, but she knew it couldn't happen.
"She's my sistah, but don't tell nobody." I told him. He understood.
He turned and simpered at her. I wonder-nah.
"You got a sistah, Spot? Why ain't you told no body?"
"Listen, Cowboy, it's my own business, so butt out." Then I grinned.
"She does look like me, doh, don't she?"
"A little bit, yeah."
**As you can see I've taken down chapter five. So...The End. But worry not, for
there is a sequel in the works.**