"Dean!" I yelled out of breath as I barged into his office.
"Not now Candice I'm late for a very important meeting." He replied as he put on his coat and headed toward the door.
"But this is important..." I tried to explain, but was cut off.
"I'm sorry but I don't have the time."
"Please..." I tried again to explain, but was cut off yet again.
"We'll talk about this at dinner." He insisted as he gave me a quick kiss and rushed out the door. I was crushed. I felt neglected and I knew Dean would never have time for me, and I part of me hated that. I needed someone to talk to, so I decided I'd go talk to Spot. I hesitantly made my way to Brooklyn. I was a little scared to see Spot again, after not seeing him in over a week, but I desperately needed someone to talk to. I finally reached the Brooklyn lodging house. As I entered I noticed a room filled with tough looking boys, and I found myself uneasy and terrified.
"Excuse me do any of you gentleman know where I can find Spot Conlon?" I asked raising my voice to a level to where everyone could here me.
"Ya, e's right upstairs, first door ta ya left." One of them hollered back. I then hurried and made my way upstairs. I soon found the door and knocked twice.
"Who is it?" Spot hollered from inside.
"It's me." I replied meekly. There was a moment of silence before he answered.
"Come in." I made my way in, and found myself embarrassed to be there. "So what boings youse 'ere. I haven't seen youse in a while."
"I needed someone to talk to." I explained.
"What, couldn't youse go talk ta dat rich boyfriend of yours." He replied, no doubt hurt that I haven't seen him in a while. " By da way nice dress." He replied mocking my new clothes.
"Spot please." I begged him with tears building up in my eyes. He soon got up and looked me in the eye. I knew he could tell that I was hurting, and the softer gentler side of Spot started to shine through.
"Sit." He insisted. "Now what happened?"
"I saw my mother." I choked trying my best not to cry. "And she just ignored me. She pretended like she didn't even know me. I've been waiting my whole life to see her. I spent most of my life wondering why she left me, and maybe the reason she left was because I wasn't a good enough daughter." Spot then put his arms around me I began to cry on his shoulder.
"Listen ta me, dat's not why she left, and don't worry everything's gonna be alright." He whispered into my ear. I immediately pulled away, and began talking in an alarming rate.
"It's not going to be alright, nothing's going to be alright. I mean look at me! This isn't me at all, but of course Dean can't understand that in fact he doesn't understand me at all. Then there's the factor of my whole dream of meeting my mama again and of course she ignores me, and Papa dying. I can't help but feel like my whole world's crumbling before my feet."
"Candi breathe!" Spot instructed me. "Look youse wanna talk about it?"
"No...Yes...No. I can't talk right now." I replied very fidgety and acting in a state of insanity.
"Youse wanna go somewhere?"
"Yes." I replied calmly.
