"Okay well in dat case, come on let's go." Spot said leading the way
out of the lodging house, Kandy Kane in tow. They walked in silence until
they were in Brooklyn.
"So Kandy Kane, is dat your real name?" Spot asked breaking the silence.
"Kandy Kane looked at him like he was crazy, "What do you tink?"
"Um, yes?" Spot said shrinking back. For some reason he was intimidated my this girl.
"Of course not you idiot." Kandy Kane said.
"Well what's your name den?"
"Mckayla O'Shannon ."
"Is it okay if I call youse Mickey?"
"Don't see why not. So what's your name."
"Da one, da only leadah of da Brooklyn newsies, Spot Conlon." Spot said putting both fists on his hips.
"Oh my gosh, you're Spot Conlon?"
"Shoa am." Spot said, his pride gong through the roof.
"Oh, too bad neva hoid of ya." Spot's pride went crashing back down to earth.
"Oh, uh didn't tink so." Spot said trying to cover up his embarrassment.
"Spot, where ya goin?" Mickey said. Mickey was standing in front of the Brooklyn LH and Spot was walking in a daze because he just couldn't get over the fact that she had never heard of him.
"Oh sorry." Spot said walking over to Mickey, "hey how'd ya know I lived heah?"
"Well foa one youse a newsie, and foa two Ise woiked heah once or twice befoa."
"Really? Foa who?"
"Sorry doll ise not at da liberty ta tell." Mickey said before walking up the stairs to the LH.
"Wait." Spot said grabbing Mickey's arm.
"What!" Mickey groaned.
"You're goin in dere like dat?"
"Ya, youse gotta problem wit dat?"
"Well I didn't tink you was planning on woiken foa free tonight dats all."
"Good point."
"Heah." Spot said taking off his jacket and handing it to Mickey.
"Thanks." She said putting the jacket on. The two walked into the LH and into Spot's private room. The only reason Spot has a private room is because after he ran away from the orphanage he befriended the owner of the LH.
"Wow, impressice youse gots your own room." Mickey said when the walked in his room.
"Shoa do." Spot said closing the door behind him, "here's some stuff you can sleep in." Spot said handing Mickey some of his clothes that wer on his bed.
"Thanks." Mickey said taking the clothes from Spot and walking into the bathroom. Mickey walked out a few minutes later, Spot thought she was a totally different person. Her curly hair was down and reached just below her shoulders. Her makeup was off and she had some cuts and bruises he hadn't noticed before. He looked at her arms and also saw cuts and bruises. "It's part of the job." Mickey said seeing what Spot was looking at.
"What?" Spot said confused.
"The cuts and bruises, it's part of the job. They pay more if I let dem do what dey want to me." Spot wasn't expecting her to say what he just told him. He thought that they were from a fight.
"Oh."
"Ya."
"So um, you can sleep on the bottom bunk and I'll sleep up top."
"Ok." Mickey said going to sit on her bunk. After Spot undresses he went and sat down next to Mickey.
"Mickey, can I ask youse a question?"
"Shoah."
"Um, wise did yas become a, uh prostitute?" Spot said.
"Well after my mom died my dad started spending all his money on beer, he started missin work and then one day dey fired him. After all his money ran out he made me go out and, uh prostitute myself ta pay foa his addiction. A few months ago he died in a fight outside a bar." Mickey said, looking down in her lap.
"Why didn't youse stop sellin yerself after he died?" Spot asked concerned.
"Cuz dats de only ting I know."
"Hey Mickey, do youse gots any special talents?" Spot said changing the subject.
"Um, people tell me ise got a pretty good voice. Why?"
"Well I have a friend of a friend who can get youse a new job."
"Really?" Mickey said throwing her arms around Spot.
"So Kandy Kane, is dat your real name?" Spot asked breaking the silence.
"Kandy Kane looked at him like he was crazy, "What do you tink?"
"Um, yes?" Spot said shrinking back. For some reason he was intimidated my this girl.
"Of course not you idiot." Kandy Kane said.
"Well what's your name den?"
"Mckayla O'Shannon ."
"Is it okay if I call youse Mickey?"
"Don't see why not. So what's your name."
"Da one, da only leadah of da Brooklyn newsies, Spot Conlon." Spot said putting both fists on his hips.
"Oh my gosh, you're Spot Conlon?"
"Shoa am." Spot said, his pride gong through the roof.
"Oh, too bad neva hoid of ya." Spot's pride went crashing back down to earth.
"Oh, uh didn't tink so." Spot said trying to cover up his embarrassment.
"Spot, where ya goin?" Mickey said. Mickey was standing in front of the Brooklyn LH and Spot was walking in a daze because he just couldn't get over the fact that she had never heard of him.
"Oh sorry." Spot said walking over to Mickey, "hey how'd ya know I lived heah?"
"Well foa one youse a newsie, and foa two Ise woiked heah once or twice befoa."
"Really? Foa who?"
"Sorry doll ise not at da liberty ta tell." Mickey said before walking up the stairs to the LH.
"Wait." Spot said grabbing Mickey's arm.
"What!" Mickey groaned.
"You're goin in dere like dat?"
"Ya, youse gotta problem wit dat?"
"Well I didn't tink you was planning on woiken foa free tonight dats all."
"Good point."
"Heah." Spot said taking off his jacket and handing it to Mickey.
"Thanks." She said putting the jacket on. The two walked into the LH and into Spot's private room. The only reason Spot has a private room is because after he ran away from the orphanage he befriended the owner of the LH.
"Wow, impressice youse gots your own room." Mickey said when the walked in his room.
"Shoa do." Spot said closing the door behind him, "here's some stuff you can sleep in." Spot said handing Mickey some of his clothes that wer on his bed.
"Thanks." Mickey said taking the clothes from Spot and walking into the bathroom. Mickey walked out a few minutes later, Spot thought she was a totally different person. Her curly hair was down and reached just below her shoulders. Her makeup was off and she had some cuts and bruises he hadn't noticed before. He looked at her arms and also saw cuts and bruises. "It's part of the job." Mickey said seeing what Spot was looking at.
"What?" Spot said confused.
"The cuts and bruises, it's part of the job. They pay more if I let dem do what dey want to me." Spot wasn't expecting her to say what he just told him. He thought that they were from a fight.
"Oh."
"Ya."
"So um, you can sleep on the bottom bunk and I'll sleep up top."
"Ok." Mickey said going to sit on her bunk. After Spot undresses he went and sat down next to Mickey.
"Mickey, can I ask youse a question?"
"Shoah."
"Um, wise did yas become a, uh prostitute?" Spot said.
"Well after my mom died my dad started spending all his money on beer, he started missin work and then one day dey fired him. After all his money ran out he made me go out and, uh prostitute myself ta pay foa his addiction. A few months ago he died in a fight outside a bar." Mickey said, looking down in her lap.
"Why didn't youse stop sellin yerself after he died?" Spot asked concerned.
"Cuz dats de only ting I know."
"Hey Mickey, do youse gots any special talents?" Spot said changing the subject.
"Um, people tell me ise got a pretty good voice. Why?"
"Well I have a friend of a friend who can get youse a new job."
"Really?" Mickey said throwing her arms around Spot.
