Here is the next chapter you know I really shouldn't name these things. And I am going a little slow. Summer is way confusing.
"So what this about a strike?" Meilin asked the group of boys. The group consisted of Jack, Race, Blink, Skittery, Specs, Mush and Boots.
Angel sighed. "Don't get Jack started Meilin. I had to listen to him all night last night." Angel stared at the assembly. "I knew I didn't see someone. Where is Crutchy?"
The boys seemed to get a little somber at the mentioning of their old friend.
"He died last winter Angie," Blink said sadly. "Ammonia."
Angel stared in shock. "No way. I never thought." she suddenly felt bad. "Oh no. Guys I'm so sorry."
"No need," Race said kindly tossing his arm around her shoulder. "We're okay."
Angel felt a little down at the thought of her friend dead. He was always trying to make everyone happy. She never thought he would be one to die in the winter. She didn't really think about who else could have gotten sick. She had gotten sick in the Factory but that was it. She also had gotten ammonia.
Rose sighed and patted Angel's back. "I'm Sorry Angelina."
Angel shook her head. "It's okay. I just wish I could have been here."
"We all wish youse could have been here Angie," Blink said comfortingly.
"Stop calling me Angie," Angel grumbled. But she smiled at the kind gesture.
The group entered Brooklyn territory befor noon. The somberness that they had all experienced vanished at the notice of Mr. High and Mighty sitting on the roof of the lodging house.
"Hey Conlan," Angel yelled as they reached the house. "All these kind boys are missing a day of sellin' because of us so get down here."
The Brooklyn newsboys smiled at her. Well some of them, others looked uncharacteristically afraid. A tall boy with sandy blond hair and forest green eyes walked up to Angel and grinned.
"Well if It ain't de Angel of Death," he said a bright smile on his face. He threw his arms around her and lifted her high into the air. "Conlan said youse were back but I didn believe it.."
"Believe it Boxcar, believe it." Her eyes glowed as her brothers old friend set her down.
"Spot wants to meet ya at de lodgin' house," he said leading the way.
Meilin grumbled under her breath and grabbed Angel's arm. "Lets just go," she said.
Angel struggled to gain her balance as she was dragged after Boxcar, the rest of Manhattan following slowly. Rose complaining the entire way.
