I found myself on the Brooklyn Bridge. Staring out at the magnificent view helped calm me. It seems like nothing was going my way. Maybe I should just go home. It's not
like anyone here would miss me, I thought bitterly.
"Hey," a soft voice interrupted my thoughts. I turned around to see Spot staring at me
intently. "I uh, just wanted to apologize for earlier," he looked away ashamed.
I didn't say anything for a few minutes, "it's ok," I finally answered. I returned my
attention to the scenery, trying to give him a hint that I didn't want to be bothered.
"Youse know, I'se tink dat youse would make a great newsie," he said suddenly.
I looked at him sharply, "well you certainly didn't think that a few minutes ago."
He sighed, "I know. I'm really sorry for dat. Sometimes I say tings widout tinking,
it's a bad habit of mine."
I was about to reply when I saw a figure running towards us. When they got closer I
noticed it was Snoddy. Why would he come over here, I wondered.
He nodded hello at Spot, and Spot left us alone, saying he had things to take care of. "I came to take you back to Manhattan," he finally broke the silence.
I looked at him questioningly, "what for?"
"You don't belong over here Sara, Spot's boys are rough, everything is completely
different here in Brooklyn." He looked down; "I just don't want you to get hurt."
I took his hand in mine, "I know that, but I'm not going back to Manhattan. Ever." I
dropped his hand. "I don't belong there, or here," I said quietly. Tears stinging the back of my
eyes.
Suddenly, his arms wrapped around me, holding me. I let out all of the anger and hurt that I had held inside. Finally, my crying had subsided. "Hey, everyone belongs somewhere," he whispered. He wiped away a tear that had escaped. "You belong with me." His eyes searched mine, looking for any traces of the love that he was longing for. We slowly inched forward, our lips almost touching, "please say you'll come back with me to Manhattan. I'll talk to Jack; we'll work things out." His hand caressed my cheek. I moved closer, and our lips finally touched. Everything around us disappeared, in my world, it was just the two of us. We finally pulled away, and looked at one another lovingly.
"Yes, I'll go back with you," I answered.
He picked me up and swung me around happily. "Snoddy, put me down, I'm getting dizzy," I laughed.
He put me down, and grabbed my hand, "come on, let's go tell Spot that you're going
home," he said excitedly.
like anyone here would miss me, I thought bitterly.
"Hey," a soft voice interrupted my thoughts. I turned around to see Spot staring at me
intently. "I uh, just wanted to apologize for earlier," he looked away ashamed.
I didn't say anything for a few minutes, "it's ok," I finally answered. I returned my
attention to the scenery, trying to give him a hint that I didn't want to be bothered.
"Youse know, I'se tink dat youse would make a great newsie," he said suddenly.
I looked at him sharply, "well you certainly didn't think that a few minutes ago."
He sighed, "I know. I'm really sorry for dat. Sometimes I say tings widout tinking,
it's a bad habit of mine."
I was about to reply when I saw a figure running towards us. When they got closer I
noticed it was Snoddy. Why would he come over here, I wondered.
He nodded hello at Spot, and Spot left us alone, saying he had things to take care of. "I came to take you back to Manhattan," he finally broke the silence.
I looked at him questioningly, "what for?"
"You don't belong over here Sara, Spot's boys are rough, everything is completely
different here in Brooklyn." He looked down; "I just don't want you to get hurt."
I took his hand in mine, "I know that, but I'm not going back to Manhattan. Ever." I
dropped his hand. "I don't belong there, or here," I said quietly. Tears stinging the back of my
eyes.
Suddenly, his arms wrapped around me, holding me. I let out all of the anger and hurt that I had held inside. Finally, my crying had subsided. "Hey, everyone belongs somewhere," he whispered. He wiped away a tear that had escaped. "You belong with me." His eyes searched mine, looking for any traces of the love that he was longing for. We slowly inched forward, our lips almost touching, "please say you'll come back with me to Manhattan. I'll talk to Jack; we'll work things out." His hand caressed my cheek. I moved closer, and our lips finally touched. Everything around us disappeared, in my world, it was just the two of us. We finally pulled away, and looked at one another lovingly.
"Yes, I'll go back with you," I answered.
He picked me up and swung me around happily. "Snoddy, put me down, I'm getting dizzy," I laughed.
He put me down, and grabbed my hand, "come on, let's go tell Spot that you're going
home," he said excitedly.
