Chapter 35
Blink told Bristles everything. He repeated the events from on the Brooklyn Bridge that Sunny had already described to her, but Bristles didn't care. All she wanted was for him to able to tell her how he had ended up with that man who had shown up after all those years of her longing and waiting. She wanted the entire story with nothing left out. Bristles took in every detail of her father and embraced each one like they were pieces of gold, for that was what they were really worth to her, treasures that she had never known before.
Blink tried his best to tell as much as he could, and when he had finally finished, he breathed heavily, but not in relief, more like pride, in being able to tell such a story and to have someone like Bristles to be so lost in it. He looked at her face, which was deep in thought, not in this world, not a newsie, but a daughter who has finally found her father. There was sadness and joy. Blink could only imagine what kind of feelings she was having. Finally, her eyes started to tear, and he was in despair.
"Aww, don't cry, Bristles," Blink said, patting Bristles on the back, "I mean, at least you got ta meet youah faddah, I didn't even know mine!"
"You're right, Blink, I may not have a father, but I have some of the best friends in the world," She looked up at him, whose face started to blush, "And you have one of the best girls in the world who loves you,"
Bristles didn't think Blink's face could have gotten any redder but it did, so she laughed and slapped him on the back, immediately apologizing when he cried in agony from the recovering wounds, then they both laughed and got up from the bed. Blink was still talking when they reached the door, he was opening it halfway.
"Boy, I can't wait ta tell Sunny da story, I bet she…"
Bristles looked at Blink's face, waiting for him to recover himself and keep talking, but he didn't, he just stared at the door that he had opened entirely. Bristles looked at the opening, seeing the last person she had ever expected at this moment.
Spot Conlon stood there, staring straight into Bristles' eyes.
