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This going to not be a very nice chapter.
A few weeks Later…
The girls stood together under an umbrella as they waited on the docks. Spot had been injured enough to warrant a honorable discharge.
He's so mad
Holiday had written to them when she had found out the news. They had all laughed, because they could imagine the headstrong Brooklyn leader fighting to stay.
"Smile Dag" said Stress "Deres ya boy"
They had to carry Spot down the plank on a stretcher, because his wounds didn't allow him to walk.
Revolution smiled at Spot, but was shocked when he turned his head away. What the hell? She thought. Her and Spot had always been good friends. They both shared the same twisted sense of honor.
"Rev, Ya betta git outta da rain" said Stress gently prodding her friend "Ya don't wanna git sick"
Stress knew Revolution was Pregnant, they all did. They all knew and agreed not to mention it in their letters. They didn't always understand Rev, but they trusted her judgement.
"Yeah" whispered Revolution.
Later that Night…
Revolution kissed Katie gently on her forehead and went downstairs. She stirred the fireplace and sat down in front of the roaring fire.
"Does he know?" asked a voice.
Revolution jumped. She turned her head slowly to see Spot sitting in a rocking chair behind her.
"What?" she asked.
"Don't play dumb, Rev, I've always been straight wit ya"
"No"
"Why not?"
"Because Spot" she said her green eyes filling with sadness "He has enough to worry about, being out there all alone. I didn't tink he should hafta ta worry about me and our unborn child"
"Don't ya tink he deserved to know?"
"Yes"
Spot looked at her with sadness. How could he tell her that he saw Itey get shot? That he was the last one to talk to him before the attack that had stolen his legs from him? That he doesn't know where the man she loved was?
"Spot?"
"Yeah?"
"I miss 'im"
"I know ya do"….
Carryin Da Banner,
Revolution