Chapter
13
In
the afternoon sun, three figures could be seen on the Brooklyn Bridge. One had first
started to go towards them, but when it spotted another, the figure backed off
of the two, who were walking towards each other.
"Heya
Spot,"
"How's
it goin, Cowboy,"
They
spitshook, and Spot turned towards the edge of the bridge. He fiddled with the
slingshot he always took around with him.
"you
went a little bit far dis time, Spot,"
"on
what? Da goil?" Spot laughed coldly. "she was jist like dose odda ones."
No
she wasn't, Spot thought to himself.
"No
she wasn't," Jack voiced. Spot looked up.
"Oh
yeah? What would you know?"
"I
can tell, Spot…she wasn't like dose odda ones. Even you said so yoahself.
Rememba Tibby's?"
Spot
tried to look like he was surprised, as if he never heard of such a thing. He
held up his slingshot, took out a shooter, and aimed at a bottle someone left
on top of the bridge.
"Me?
I neva said dat!"
"Jesus,
Spot, will ya jist stop actin? I've known ya too long ta not know how you
think. Besides, you're doin a lousy job of tryin ta cover it up,"
Spot
laughed. "how do you know I didn't change my mind about what I said?"
"cuz
you don't change yoah mind, rememba?"
His
shot missed the bottle.
For
a while, Spot just stood there staring disbelievingly at the bottle he had
missed. Then he sighed and put up his hands.
"You
know me too well, Cowboy,"
"So how ya plannin on getting hoir back?"
"well,
ya know dat paintset at da shop?"
"Jesus
Christ, Spot, you can't affoid sumpthin like dat!"
"I
can't, but I can try ta,"
"You're
crazy."
"I
thought dat you'd've found dat out already, since you know me so well,"
They
both laughed.
"oh
well, for goil, one can be crazy…hmm, de oddas should be done sellin by now,
dey're probly back at da Lodging House waitin foah me. If I hurry, maybe I can
catch a game of pokah…see ya Spot."
"see
ya Cowboy."
The
two set off in different directions, but neither saw the third person, who had
been out of sight since Spot and Cowboy's conversation. Sunny quickly came out
of the shadows, and looked at the figure headed toward Brooklyn. She whispered
softly.
"Guess I was wrong boutcha, Spot…oh god, if only Bristles had hoid dis."
