Chapter 11
"You idiot! How could ya be dat forward? Ya know dat Bristles ain't used ta sumtin like dat!"
Sunny glared at Spot with great anger. He had just hurt a girl that loved him very much, but what made her even madder was that the face on his expression didn't show the least bit of guilt, worry, or sadness. Even when Bristles had ran off. The only thing she could see that was written on his face was calm. Just then, Hope walked into the room of the Lodge House, since she had finished selling her papes.
"Hey, what's goin on in heah? Sounds like a bomb goin off! Where's Bristles? I wanted to show her how ta use a slingshot!"
Hope looked at Spot, who did not speak, and then at Sunny, who looked absolutely furious. When Sunny told her what happened, her eyes got wide and she stared at Spot. Then, she went off too.
"Ya lousy stinkin cheat! Ya moron! I'll soak ya! Did ya have any idea how much dat goil loved ya? No! Ya just wanted one thing from her, didn't ya? Didn't ya?!"
Spot looked from Hope to Sunny, he stared back silently, and then took out his cane and fumbled with it.
"I toldja dat she was hoity toity…can't even handle a little kiss."
His remark did not help cool Hope and Sunny down, but only made them madder. It was good that both started yelling at him at the same time, but he knew what they were saying. Yet there was no sign of emotion or hurt or confusion on his face, not that they were expecting any. Quickly, he stood up and strode out of the Lodge House and set off into the night. As he did so, the two girls looked upon him with livid expressions on their faces.
"Ooooh, dat Spot Conlon has gone too far dis time,"
"But it ain't da foist time he ditched a goil, ya know…"
"ain't it weird, dough? Most of da time if someone starts yellin at him like we jist did, he'd find a way to take care a dem, even if dey're goils or his newsies."
"I know…he jist walked out."
"I wonda where he went?"
"I'll follow him da next time."
