Author's Note: I would like to say that I write cliffhangers to keep you reading but the fact is, I stop the chapter when I don't have anything left to write.
Dear Bottle Alley,
I have some bad news. Oscar's dead. Gypsy is so upset, the poor girl. I hate this, I don't know what to say to make her feel better. She's been crying all day long. I can't think of anything to say. She yelled at me, told me there was nothing I could say because the man I loved is still alive. She was right. Bumlets is still alive, I don't know where he is, but he's written to me. I wish you were all here. This would be so much easier for her. Oh, I saw Dutchy the other day, he was delivering medical supplies to us. Tell Bookie that he's all right. He said he hasn't been able to write because he was cut off from Mail for so long. Hows Spot? I hope everyones all right. Please Pray for us.
Love,
Holiday
"God, Poor Gypsy" whispered BonBon.
"Poor Weasel" said Stress.
She couldn't believe she felt bad for Weasel, but she did. Revolution wiped the tears from her eyes. Alls she could think of was poor Gypsy. Revolution had never liked the Delancey's, but Gypsy had sworn up and down that Oscar had a wonderful side that no one saw but her. Revolution believed her too. Love had a way of making people better than they were.
"Mommy, what's wrong?" asked Lily.
"One a mommy and daddy's friends died" replied Wish.
"It wasn't Itey!?" asked Katie running to Revolution.
Revolution stroked the girl's long black curls.
"No, sweetie, It wasn't Itey"
Damn you Itey, thought Revolution, where are you?
Carryin Da Banner,
Revolution