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"Hey Julia! Julia! Where da heck are ya's? Hey Jake, ya seen Jewel?" Spot Conlon asked a passing newsboy. "Not lately Spot. I kin look fer her if ya want." Spot waved him away. "Nah dats okay. I jest gotta tawk ta her 'bout sometin'. Did ya tawk ta her 'bout da pawty dis evenin'?" Spot continued. "Yeah, she said she was goin' Spot. Don't worry 'bout dat." Spot nodded, at the same time screwing up his face in discontentment. "If only she'd hang around 'stead of wandrin' da streets. I don't want her runnin' inta da wrong people." He said. Jake nodded knowingly. "Speakin' of which Spot, you have a run-in or sometin'?" Spot scoffed. "Jest wit' a bunch o'dose dumb Manhattan boys. I woulda had dem louses, 'cept dat Kid Blink had ta come an' be da hero." Spot said, saying the word with disdain.
"Julia! If ya don't answer me in a matta of seconds, I'se gonna go an' tear yer head off!" Spot yelled, Jake wincing. "An' how will ya do dat if ya don't know where I am?" A cool voice asked. Spot smiled with satisfaction at the girl who suddenly appeared by his side. She was of a medium height, but shorter than Spot. Her hair was the color of gold that sparkled beautifully in the Brooklyn sun. Her eyes were the color of the sea after a storm, a mysterious gray blue. Though her brother the was the leader of Brooklyn and also a key player in the feud between Brooklyn and Manhattan, she did not share his views. She was what would be called a peacemaker. She hated the feuding and always feared for her brother's safety.
"So whadja want Key?" Julia, a.k.a. Jewel, asked her brother sarcastically. Spot chuckled. "Well, jest wanted ta make sua dat ya wasn't gonna skip out on goin' ta Medda's dis evenin'." Jewel shrugged. "Don't know. Cain't say dat I've taught about it." She said. "Well tink 'bout it, 'cause some kid jest came up ta me an' wanted ta know if ya's was goin'. He seemed VERY interested indeed." Spot said, a pleased smile on his face. Jewel sighed. "Pairs?" She asked, her voice gaining a tired tone. Spot smiled broadly. "Yeah! Pairs wanted ta know if ya's was gonna be dere. He wanted ta make sua." Jewel scoffed. "Spot, how many times do I hafta tell ya dat I don't care fer Pairs! I mean, come on! What's da most papes dat he sells a day? Huh? Five?" She asked angrily.
Spot began to speak but she cut him off. "True he might be one of da handsomest lookin' guys in all of New Yawk. But still I know some Manhattan boys dat are cuter dan' him!" She said. "Don't tawk 'bout dem." Spot growled. Jewel stopped herself, then sighed. "Spot, I don't like him. He ain't got any sense o'huma, he's dull, he don't care what I tink, he jest wants me fer what I look like Spot. I don't like him." She insisted. "Jewel, doncha know how happy it would make me fer me sista ta be goin' wit' da leada of da Bronx boys? We could have an' alliance, an' then have a stronga force 'gainst Manhattan. It would be poifect." Spot said smoothly. Jewel glared at him. "Oh, so ya want me ta like him fer yer own peisonal gain? Dat's great! Jest wondaful! I feel so appreciated!" She said angrily.
Spot rolled his eyes. "You know it ain't like dat. I jest want what's best fer ya. Ya know dat." He said soothingly. "Do I?" She asked, eyeing him. "Yeah ya do Jewel. Ya got it betta off dan allota udda goils. So many goils would love ta be Pairs' goilfriend. An' you, through yer brudda's involvment, kin have him! Easy as dat. He loves ya. I saw it in his face. Now jest take it from me dat you two'll be tegedda an' accept it. I'm older dan ya an' know what's best fer ya." Jewel scoffed. "Yeah right." Spot looked at her curiously. "I kin rule Brooklyn an' ya don't tink I kin rule me own sista?" He asked. Jewel gazed up at him. "No I don't. And you never will Spot." She whispered.
"Hey Julia! Julia! Where da heck are ya's? Hey Jake, ya seen Jewel?" Spot Conlon asked a passing newsboy. "Not lately Spot. I kin look fer her if ya want." Spot waved him away. "Nah dats okay. I jest gotta tawk ta her 'bout sometin'. Did ya tawk ta her 'bout da pawty dis evenin'?" Spot continued. "Yeah, she said she was goin' Spot. Don't worry 'bout dat." Spot nodded, at the same time screwing up his face in discontentment. "If only she'd hang around 'stead of wandrin' da streets. I don't want her runnin' inta da wrong people." He said. Jake nodded knowingly. "Speakin' of which Spot, you have a run-in or sometin'?" Spot scoffed. "Jest wit' a bunch o'dose dumb Manhattan boys. I woulda had dem louses, 'cept dat Kid Blink had ta come an' be da hero." Spot said, saying the word with disdain.
"Julia! If ya don't answer me in a matta of seconds, I'se gonna go an' tear yer head off!" Spot yelled, Jake wincing. "An' how will ya do dat if ya don't know where I am?" A cool voice asked. Spot smiled with satisfaction at the girl who suddenly appeared by his side. She was of a medium height, but shorter than Spot. Her hair was the color of gold that sparkled beautifully in the Brooklyn sun. Her eyes were the color of the sea after a storm, a mysterious gray blue. Though her brother the was the leader of Brooklyn and also a key player in the feud between Brooklyn and Manhattan, she did not share his views. She was what would be called a peacemaker. She hated the feuding and always feared for her brother's safety.
"So whadja want Key?" Julia, a.k.a. Jewel, asked her brother sarcastically. Spot chuckled. "Well, jest wanted ta make sua dat ya wasn't gonna skip out on goin' ta Medda's dis evenin'." Jewel shrugged. "Don't know. Cain't say dat I've taught about it." She said. "Well tink 'bout it, 'cause some kid jest came up ta me an' wanted ta know if ya's was goin'. He seemed VERY interested indeed." Spot said, a pleased smile on his face. Jewel sighed. "Pairs?" She asked, her voice gaining a tired tone. Spot smiled broadly. "Yeah! Pairs wanted ta know if ya's was gonna be dere. He wanted ta make sua." Jewel scoffed. "Spot, how many times do I hafta tell ya dat I don't care fer Pairs! I mean, come on! What's da most papes dat he sells a day? Huh? Five?" She asked angrily.
Spot began to speak but she cut him off. "True he might be one of da handsomest lookin' guys in all of New Yawk. But still I know some Manhattan boys dat are cuter dan' him!" She said. "Don't tawk 'bout dem." Spot growled. Jewel stopped herself, then sighed. "Spot, I don't like him. He ain't got any sense o'huma, he's dull, he don't care what I tink, he jest wants me fer what I look like Spot. I don't like him." She insisted. "Jewel, doncha know how happy it would make me fer me sista ta be goin' wit' da leada of da Bronx boys? We could have an' alliance, an' then have a stronga force 'gainst Manhattan. It would be poifect." Spot said smoothly. Jewel glared at him. "Oh, so ya want me ta like him fer yer own peisonal gain? Dat's great! Jest wondaful! I feel so appreciated!" She said angrily.
Spot rolled his eyes. "You know it ain't like dat. I jest want what's best fer ya. Ya know dat." He said soothingly. "Do I?" She asked, eyeing him. "Yeah ya do Jewel. Ya got it betta off dan allota udda goils. So many goils would love ta be Pairs' goilfriend. An' you, through yer brudda's involvment, kin have him! Easy as dat. He loves ya. I saw it in his face. Now jest take it from me dat you two'll be tegedda an' accept it. I'm older dan ya an' know what's best fer ya." Jewel scoffed. "Yeah right." Spot looked at her curiously. "I kin rule Brooklyn an' ya don't tink I kin rule me own sista?" He asked. Jewel gazed up at him. "No I don't. And you never will Spot." She whispered.