After lunch, Anya headed out again. She decided to visit another buddy of
hers, Kloppman. He was an old guy who ran a lodging house for newsboys.
"Hello Anya. Nice ta see ya." Kloppman said when she walked in. "Fox! What a good dog!" He said, bending over to pet the dog which had followed Anya inside.
"Heya Klopp. How'a tings here?"
"Just' fine. Jus' fine. What brings you ta dese pa'ts? Last I'se heard, youse was in Queens."
"Life Kloppman. Life an' adventure. Anytin new happenin?"
"No,no. Same stuff since youse last left."
"Yea, I'se would be ova more but dem stinkin newsies almost neva work an' are always hangin' 'round."
"Ya know, you otta get ta meet dem bois. Dey aint bad, ya know."
"Ya know vera well why I's don't. I's probably stole from 'em all an' I ain't about ta face 'em."
"I tink youse jus' don't wanna get attached."
"Well, getting attached ain't no good idea edda. I'se ain't goin tru dat again." Anya looked down at the floor. She had been through heartache before when she lost someone she really cared about a few years earlier. He had been a newsie and got very sick. When he died, Anya took off, leaving everything she had ever known behind her. It knocked her down hard and she still hadn't fully recovered.
Suddenly, they heard someone come in the front door.
"Tanks Kloppman but I'se gotta cheez-it." She said and quietly slipped out the back door. She placed her ear up to the door to listen.
"Heya Kid Blink." She heard Kloppman say.
"Heya Kloppman. You'll neva guess what happened ta me taday." The boy said. The voice sounded familiar.
"What Kid?"
"I's was almost outta papes when some goil stole all me money! Den when I's had her, she kneed me right where it counts an' booked! Can you believe dat? She was pretty cute too and had a cute lil puppy wid her." The boy told the story and Anya laughed, glad she hadn't stayed.
"He was pretty cute too, eh Fox?" Anya spoke to the dog who wagged his tail and they headed out to the street.
"Hello Anya. Nice ta see ya." Kloppman said when she walked in. "Fox! What a good dog!" He said, bending over to pet the dog which had followed Anya inside.
"Heya Klopp. How'a tings here?"
"Just' fine. Jus' fine. What brings you ta dese pa'ts? Last I'se heard, youse was in Queens."
"Life Kloppman. Life an' adventure. Anytin new happenin?"
"No,no. Same stuff since youse last left."
"Yea, I'se would be ova more but dem stinkin newsies almost neva work an' are always hangin' 'round."
"Ya know, you otta get ta meet dem bois. Dey aint bad, ya know."
"Ya know vera well why I's don't. I's probably stole from 'em all an' I ain't about ta face 'em."
"I tink youse jus' don't wanna get attached."
"Well, getting attached ain't no good idea edda. I'se ain't goin tru dat again." Anya looked down at the floor. She had been through heartache before when she lost someone she really cared about a few years earlier. He had been a newsie and got very sick. When he died, Anya took off, leaving everything she had ever known behind her. It knocked her down hard and she still hadn't fully recovered.
Suddenly, they heard someone come in the front door.
"Tanks Kloppman but I'se gotta cheez-it." She said and quietly slipped out the back door. She placed her ear up to the door to listen.
"Heya Kid Blink." She heard Kloppman say.
"Heya Kloppman. You'll neva guess what happened ta me taday." The boy said. The voice sounded familiar.
"What Kid?"
"I's was almost outta papes when some goil stole all me money! Den when I's had her, she kneed me right where it counts an' booked! Can you believe dat? She was pretty cute too and had a cute lil puppy wid her." The boy told the story and Anya laughed, glad she hadn't stayed.
"He was pretty cute too, eh Fox?" Anya spoke to the dog who wagged his tail and they headed out to the street.