"Jessica Marie Mckinney, were you out with that Conlon boy again?"
Jessica's mother, Helen said when Jessica came home late.
"No," Jessica lied, "I was out with Tracy."
"Honey," Helen said in a softer tone, "you know that we want you home by 9:00pm every night. It's 10:15, I was just worried about you that's all."
"Mother, I'm 18, I'm old enough to come home whenever I like."
"Not when you're living under this roof."
"What's so bad about Spot anyways?" Jessica asked as she sat down on one of the couches in their apartment.
"Why must you call him Spot? His name is Jonathan. He's a trouble maker and I don't want my daughter running around with some trouble maker that's all."
"Mother, just because he's poor doesn't make him a trouble maker."
"You know how those lower class people are though." Jessica got off the couch and ran into her bedroom. She sat down on her vanity and carefully undid the braids which held her chestnut hair. Tears flowed freely out of her emerald green eyes. Her and Spot were in love but Jessica's parents didn't approve of him because he wasn't rich like them. The year was 1942 and world war two was raging on. Jessica's two older brothers, Jacob and Michael, had been drafted. Jessica finished undoing her hair, then changed into her nightgown, turned off the light and crawled into bed. She lay awake for sometime thinking, a tapping on her window interrupted her thoughts. She sat up in bed and pulled back the curtains of her window. Outside on the fire escape stood Spot, she opened the window.
"Come in." Jessica stuck her hand out her window to help Spot inside. He stepped inside her room and looked around.
"Nice place youse got heah." Spot said when he was in her room.
"Thanks," Jessica said her arms were crossed across her chest, a sign she was uncomfortable, "Spot, why are you here?"
"I missed youse and wanted to see ya dats all." Spot said, Jessica smiled.
"Come on let's go up on the roof." Jessica said. She led them up to the roof. Jessica sat down on the edge of the roof, Spot sat down next to her. Jessica shivered, after all she was just in a night gown.
"Here." Spot said taking off his jacket and wrapping it around her shoulders.
"Thanks." Spot put his arm around her shoulder and drew her into him. They stayed on the roof all night, sometimes talking and sometimes in silence. They watched the sunrise together.
"No," Jessica lied, "I was out with Tracy."
"Honey," Helen said in a softer tone, "you know that we want you home by 9:00pm every night. It's 10:15, I was just worried about you that's all."
"Mother, I'm 18, I'm old enough to come home whenever I like."
"Not when you're living under this roof."
"What's so bad about Spot anyways?" Jessica asked as she sat down on one of the couches in their apartment.
"Why must you call him Spot? His name is Jonathan. He's a trouble maker and I don't want my daughter running around with some trouble maker that's all."
"Mother, just because he's poor doesn't make him a trouble maker."
"You know how those lower class people are though." Jessica got off the couch and ran into her bedroom. She sat down on her vanity and carefully undid the braids which held her chestnut hair. Tears flowed freely out of her emerald green eyes. Her and Spot were in love but Jessica's parents didn't approve of him because he wasn't rich like them. The year was 1942 and world war two was raging on. Jessica's two older brothers, Jacob and Michael, had been drafted. Jessica finished undoing her hair, then changed into her nightgown, turned off the light and crawled into bed. She lay awake for sometime thinking, a tapping on her window interrupted her thoughts. She sat up in bed and pulled back the curtains of her window. Outside on the fire escape stood Spot, she opened the window.
"Come in." Jessica stuck her hand out her window to help Spot inside. He stepped inside her room and looked around.
"Nice place youse got heah." Spot said when he was in her room.
"Thanks," Jessica said her arms were crossed across her chest, a sign she was uncomfortable, "Spot, why are you here?"
"I missed youse and wanted to see ya dats all." Spot said, Jessica smiled.
"Come on let's go up on the roof." Jessica said. She led them up to the roof. Jessica sat down on the edge of the roof, Spot sat down next to her. Jessica shivered, after all she was just in a night gown.
"Here." Spot said taking off his jacket and wrapping it around her shoulders.
"Thanks." Spot put his arm around her shoulder and drew her into him. They stayed on the roof all night, sometimes talking and sometimes in silence. They watched the sunrise together.