A year passes, Men die, alone and cold still holding the flask of
whiskey in a wrapped up in an old dishrag. Found by young children who come
in early in the hopes of staying warm in their work place. Girls grow older
and become pregnant leaving jobs for tenement buildings and paled dreams
for the future. Jeanie remained Jeanie and Dutchy did not change. They
still work and still eat in the back of the horrid pub.
"I like da fall." Dutchy smiled as he walked in. "I used ta think that there was fairies that turned the leafs different colours." He smiled with a wise look of all his eleven years.
"That was last year." Jeanie said, she had lost her innocence long ago and enjoyed Dutchy's innocent look on life. After the cook had died she had taken on making the meals for the pub, leaving less time for her to talk with Dutchy, whom she still called Ivan half the time, but more money.
"But I know bettah now!" Dutchy said taking a plate and washing it in the hot water. The next edition wouldn't be out for another hour and he had been lucky to have a man buy all his papers because he had been in a good mood. The pub owner hadn't bothered to hire a new washer knowing that Jeanie and her friend would do the dishes to get the food that no one else wanted, or would even eat.
"There ain't nutten wrong wid believin in good stuff like dat!" Jeanie said plainly pointing a spatula at him.
"Its babyish." Dutchy said. "Last year ya told me that it was stupid!"
"I was wrong." Even though Jeanie was a year younger then Dutchy she seemed older and it was generally taken that she was smarter because she could write better out of the two of them.
"You was wrong" Dutchy smiled. He bragged about it for a few more minutes and then the two went back to working. "We gots a new guy taday." Dutchy announced.
"What's his real name?"
"Samuel." Dutchy screwed his face up. "Whipper wants me ta show him da ropes."
"Ya should, I remebah ya told me all about how glad ya was when whats- his- face-"
"Boidie" Dutchy said with reverence. "Hes da one dat gave me my nickname!"
"Yeah him, dis kid might really like it if ya helped him out he's new and all." Jeanie said.
"Suah." Dutchy brightened at the thought of some one thinking of him the way he did Birdy. "Maybe da kid'll hink I'm great!"
"I hope he ain't that stupid." Jeanie muttered putting a plate out for the new waitress to deliver.
"I miss Rose!" Dutchy decided loudly. "Da new goil don't tawk to me!'
"She's scared a you!" Jeanie said handing the newsie some scraps of meat.
"Why?"
"'Cause yous a boy!"
"Why she scared a boys?"
"Dunno, she warned me about men!" Jeanie smiled, "but I don't gotta worry about you! Rose told me nevah to become a waitress though." She shrugged. "Growen' up shuah seems hard."
"I dun undah stand it." Dutchy said. "Some a da guys hated goils and now dey absolutely can't sut up about em!"
"I think dat guys ain't half bad, I didn' like Rose's guy but he kept on hitten hoir!"
"Yeah, some a da guys got hit befoh de got here." Dutchy put more hot water into the tub and pout the next load of dishes into it. "Dey tink its okay ta hit goils."
"Do ya?"
"Nah, me faddah it me muddah and it ain't right." Dutchy said with the sincerity of an eleven year old. "So I ain't gunna."
"Ya bettah not!" Jeanie finished the order and handed the last plate to the waitress. "Me da hit me." She revealed.
"Me da hit me too." The two were silent, they heard a gunshot ring out and ran to the back door. Rose was lying there bleeding.
"NEVER TRY AND LEAVE ME AGAIN WILL YA?" A man yelled. The two hid and Dutchy started to sniffle seeming more like a five year old then an eleven. Jeanie hugged him terrified herself.
The police came, carting away the man who was still yelling at the dead girl as he was being driven away. People came and looked at her talking about her as if she wasn't ever a person. Little by little they left, someone taking the body and deciding to bury it in the public area.
"It ain't fair." Dutchy said.
"Life ain't fair." Jeanie said with more weights on the words then a ten year old should have in her whole body.
"At least I'll have a good headline, Maniac kills wife in front of whole a New Yawk." He said seriously and took a piece of bread.
Jeanie looked at him silently
"I hate da Fall." Dutchy said walking out over the dried blood of Rose.
Disclaimer: I own Jeanie and Rose. Disney owns Dutchy and Samuel.
Author's Notes: I killed her! How could I? I dunno, I didn't mean for that to happen! Really!
Cards on:
Lunch Food-
Haven't had it since last thanksgiving.
Shout-Outs:
Fiction Hobbit: You go do that, remember the kid's only 11..
Raider: Yup I gots a new computor. And no I didn't write this on it. **Kicks stupid school computers**
Tiger: I was wondering if you would ever read this. I thought you hated me. Yes it is interesting isn't it???
"I like da fall." Dutchy smiled as he walked in. "I used ta think that there was fairies that turned the leafs different colours." He smiled with a wise look of all his eleven years.
"That was last year." Jeanie said, she had lost her innocence long ago and enjoyed Dutchy's innocent look on life. After the cook had died she had taken on making the meals for the pub, leaving less time for her to talk with Dutchy, whom she still called Ivan half the time, but more money.
"But I know bettah now!" Dutchy said taking a plate and washing it in the hot water. The next edition wouldn't be out for another hour and he had been lucky to have a man buy all his papers because he had been in a good mood. The pub owner hadn't bothered to hire a new washer knowing that Jeanie and her friend would do the dishes to get the food that no one else wanted, or would even eat.
"There ain't nutten wrong wid believin in good stuff like dat!" Jeanie said plainly pointing a spatula at him.
"Its babyish." Dutchy said. "Last year ya told me that it was stupid!"
"I was wrong." Even though Jeanie was a year younger then Dutchy she seemed older and it was generally taken that she was smarter because she could write better out of the two of them.
"You was wrong" Dutchy smiled. He bragged about it for a few more minutes and then the two went back to working. "We gots a new guy taday." Dutchy announced.
"What's his real name?"
"Samuel." Dutchy screwed his face up. "Whipper wants me ta show him da ropes."
"Ya should, I remebah ya told me all about how glad ya was when whats- his- face-"
"Boidie" Dutchy said with reverence. "Hes da one dat gave me my nickname!"
"Yeah him, dis kid might really like it if ya helped him out he's new and all." Jeanie said.
"Suah." Dutchy brightened at the thought of some one thinking of him the way he did Birdy. "Maybe da kid'll hink I'm great!"
"I hope he ain't that stupid." Jeanie muttered putting a plate out for the new waitress to deliver.
"I miss Rose!" Dutchy decided loudly. "Da new goil don't tawk to me!'
"She's scared a you!" Jeanie said handing the newsie some scraps of meat.
"Why?"
"'Cause yous a boy!"
"Why she scared a boys?"
"Dunno, she warned me about men!" Jeanie smiled, "but I don't gotta worry about you! Rose told me nevah to become a waitress though." She shrugged. "Growen' up shuah seems hard."
"I dun undah stand it." Dutchy said. "Some a da guys hated goils and now dey absolutely can't sut up about em!"
"I think dat guys ain't half bad, I didn' like Rose's guy but he kept on hitten hoir!"
"Yeah, some a da guys got hit befoh de got here." Dutchy put more hot water into the tub and pout the next load of dishes into it. "Dey tink its okay ta hit goils."
"Do ya?"
"Nah, me faddah it me muddah and it ain't right." Dutchy said with the sincerity of an eleven year old. "So I ain't gunna."
"Ya bettah not!" Jeanie finished the order and handed the last plate to the waitress. "Me da hit me." She revealed.
"Me da hit me too." The two were silent, they heard a gunshot ring out and ran to the back door. Rose was lying there bleeding.
"NEVER TRY AND LEAVE ME AGAIN WILL YA?" A man yelled. The two hid and Dutchy started to sniffle seeming more like a five year old then an eleven. Jeanie hugged him terrified herself.
The police came, carting away the man who was still yelling at the dead girl as he was being driven away. People came and looked at her talking about her as if she wasn't ever a person. Little by little they left, someone taking the body and deciding to bury it in the public area.
"It ain't fair." Dutchy said.
"Life ain't fair." Jeanie said with more weights on the words then a ten year old should have in her whole body.
"At least I'll have a good headline, Maniac kills wife in front of whole a New Yawk." He said seriously and took a piece of bread.
Jeanie looked at him silently
"I hate da Fall." Dutchy said walking out over the dried blood of Rose.
Disclaimer: I own Jeanie and Rose. Disney owns Dutchy and Samuel.
Author's Notes: I killed her! How could I? I dunno, I didn't mean for that to happen! Really!
Cards on:
Lunch Food-
Haven't had it since last thanksgiving.
Shout-Outs:
Fiction Hobbit: You go do that, remember the kid's only 11..
Raider: Yup I gots a new computor. And no I didn't write this on it. **Kicks stupid school computers**
Tiger: I was wondering if you would ever read this. I thought you hated me. Yes it is interesting isn't it???