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Newsies...G-d, I'm pitiful.
BACK TO THE PRESENT - AGAIN
David was thrust back into the present with a start when he felt a tugging at his hair. Reaching up, he felt the butter knife that had been thrown at his head had snagged three of dark curls. Now both the knife and his hair were stuck firmly to the wall.
"Are you nuts?" David yelled, wrenching the knife out of the wall, ripping some of his hair out in the process. He completely understood why Sarah was mad at him, but this was going a little to far. "You could have killed me!"
"As much as I would like to, David dearest..." Sarah looked at her brother with a smirk. "That was Les who threw the knife. Said as long as you weren't paying attention he would practice his throwing skills."
Sure enough, David was able to see Les's brown eyes peeking out at him from behind Sarah's skirt.
"Sorry, David." Les said, who was trying not to smile and look really sorry. "I couldn't resist - and you always tell me not to pass up an opportunity, right?" David gave Les a look, and the younger boy shrank back to hide behind his sisters skirt.
Sarah looked from one brother to the next. She wasn't finished with David yet. He was always a good speaker, a good diplomat - the "Walking Mouth" Jack called him sometimes. He had managed to get out of answering the question this time, but after dinner.....
"Listen, David, I can't discuss this anymore." David breathed a huge sigh of relief at his sister's words. Then his bubble burst as she continued. "Right now. Les and I have to go make dinner, and when we are all finished eating..." She trailed off threateningly. Grabbing Les's shoulder, she turned around to the kitchen without another word.
David was left alone in his corner of the living room. What was he going to do? To him, the answer seemed clear. He had no real excuse why he said what he said and did what he did. He couldn't admit he was drunk outta his mind because Sarah would kill him even more. So, he had approximately....lets see, if dinner was at 6:30 and it was 4:45 now...about an hour and 45 minutes to hightail over to the Lodging House, explain the whole situation to Jack, and get him to propose to Sarah before it was too late.....if Sarah promised heads would roll, David thought as he quietly picked himself up off the armchair and snuck out of the window onto the fire escape, then heads would surely roll. And David did not want his to be one of them.
BACK TO THE PRESENT - AGAIN
David was thrust back into the present with a start when he felt a tugging at his hair. Reaching up, he felt the butter knife that had been thrown at his head had snagged three of dark curls. Now both the knife and his hair were stuck firmly to the wall.
"Are you nuts?" David yelled, wrenching the knife out of the wall, ripping some of his hair out in the process. He completely understood why Sarah was mad at him, but this was going a little to far. "You could have killed me!"
"As much as I would like to, David dearest..." Sarah looked at her brother with a smirk. "That was Les who threw the knife. Said as long as you weren't paying attention he would practice his throwing skills."
Sure enough, David was able to see Les's brown eyes peeking out at him from behind Sarah's skirt.
"Sorry, David." Les said, who was trying not to smile and look really sorry. "I couldn't resist - and you always tell me not to pass up an opportunity, right?" David gave Les a look, and the younger boy shrank back to hide behind his sisters skirt.
Sarah looked from one brother to the next. She wasn't finished with David yet. He was always a good speaker, a good diplomat - the "Walking Mouth" Jack called him sometimes. He had managed to get out of answering the question this time, but after dinner.....
"Listen, David, I can't discuss this anymore." David breathed a huge sigh of relief at his sister's words. Then his bubble burst as she continued. "Right now. Les and I have to go make dinner, and when we are all finished eating..." She trailed off threateningly. Grabbing Les's shoulder, she turned around to the kitchen without another word.
David was left alone in his corner of the living room. What was he going to do? To him, the answer seemed clear. He had no real excuse why he said what he said and did what he did. He couldn't admit he was drunk outta his mind because Sarah would kill him even more. So, he had approximately....lets see, if dinner was at 6:30 and it was 4:45 now...about an hour and 45 minutes to hightail over to the Lodging House, explain the whole situation to Jack, and get him to propose to Sarah before it was too late.....if Sarah promised heads would roll, David thought as he quietly picked himself up off the armchair and snuck out of the window onto the fire escape, then heads would surely roll. And David did not want his to be one of them.