Past Secrets and Present Times
Chapter 3
By Megan
The next morning was pretty much the same as the day before. Kloppman came upstairs to find everyone, except the girl from Brooklyn, asleep. He went through his usual routine of getting everyone up and out the door.
"Ya miss us Weasel," Jack smiled standing at the distribution center's counter.
The old man just rolled his eyes, "As always, a hundred?"
Jack placed his money on the counter and walked off with his papers.
Specs was finally fully awake as he reached the counter, "Mornin' Weasel," this provided another groan from behind the bars, to which Specs just smiled.
"How many you want?" Weasel fought to keep his voice steady.
"Seventy-five," he ran a hand through his hair and placed his hat back on his head. When his papers were handed to him he moved for Hotshot to get through.
"Same." She said as Weasel placed her papers on the counter. She smiled sweetly at Maurice, who was nursing a black eye, and Oscar who stood inside. Weasel obviously still had no idea she was a girl.
Jack shouted to them all when everyone had their papers, "Alright, who wants to go to Brooklyn for me after they finish sellin'." His gaze traveled over the crowd of newsies, skipping over Specs and Hotshot. He tossed the letter at Racetrack and Mush. "Save you's selfs some money an' deliver dis to Spot for me."
When everyone started to clear out Specs began to walk in the same direction as the day before. Hotshot looked at Jack, "Who's I wit' taday."
"Still wit' Specs so go catch up ta him."
She took off after Specs trying to catch up to his long strides. Specs was looking back at her smiling when she reached his side. "Tired?"
She just rolled her eyes and began yelling amusing, and of course false headlines. Specs followed her lead and they sold most of their papers within the first few hours.
About an hour before noon while Specs was selling papers to a group of old men Hotshot let her gaze wander. Her eyes fell on a father and daughter. The man was introducing his daughter to a rich young man. Much to the girl's opposition she was being forced upon the overly kind boy. All at once familiar voices were echoing inside her head.
**Flashback**
"His family has a business that is growing faster than any other in New York. You'll be rich-" Her uncle announced
"I could care less about having money." She argued.
"I promised your parents that I would see you have a steady future."
"Not with him! The guy is and ass hole!"
"Young lady-"
"I won't marry him!"
"You will."
"No."
"You will."
"Leave me alone. I won't."
"Brooke you will."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
**End Flashback**
"Hotshot?" A hand came down on her shoulder. She turned to find Kid Blink standing with Specs behind her. "You's ok, you looked sorta out a it."
Hotshot found herself breathing hard and shaking a bit, "I'se fine. Jus' gimme a minute."
"Hotshot hang out wit' Blink this afternoon. I gots some stuff ta do." Specs said walking off. She just stared after him.
"You sure you's ok?" Kid Blink asked.
"I'm ok," she said. She walked with him as they went back to the lodging house and up to the roof. She sat with her back against the edge.
"Thinkin' 'bout the past." It was a statement not a question that came from Kid Blink's mouth. She only nodded in response. "You's can't do that here, ain't allowed. For a lot a us it brings back bad memories, you too?"
"Horrible ones."
"'S betta not ta think about it." He smiled, "Think about the future." He thought for a moment. He'd heard what she said about him the night before and decided to go for it. He leaned in and kissed her. Unlike the many other girls he'd kissed he felt nothing when he kissed her. When he moved back her look told the same story.
"You's heard what I said last night?"
"Yeah," Kid Blink blushed, "I thought you was cute but it jus' don' feel right an I'se sorta got anudda goil who I think I might get along betta wit'." A smile returned to his lips. "Got any ideas on hows I can impress her."
"Oh so since I ain't right ta be a goil friend I'm gonna be the friend who helps you wit' you's goil problems?" She pretended to feel offended.
Kid Blink smiled and shrugged, "In return I can be a good friend, an' try ta set you's and Specs up."
She laughed, "Take away the setting me up an' you's gots a deal." She spent the remainder of the afternoon giving him advice on girls. Word quickly spread when the other guys got back so she gave them a few helpful hints before yelling at Blink, who eventually told everyone to lay off.
Again Specs came back to the boarding house late. The only ones who questioned him about it were Jack and Kloppman. Specs insisted that he had just lost track of time. Jack didn't buy it but let it slide.
Race and Mush came in late as well. They came with a letter for Jack, from Spot.
They also gave Hotshot messages from her friends and a letter from Spot. When everyone had settled in various areas around the room she sat on her bed to read it.
Dear Hotshot,
I hear things is goin' well in Manhattan. I knew they would. You know I have a natural ability ta know dese things. Things back here is doin' ok. I jus' wish I had you's help controllin' everybody. Be glad to know that you's missed; I'se got some complaints from the guys on the street askin' for da goil who sells papes.
You know I miss ya too right. I could use one of our nights out about now. Da bulls is still checkin' out the streets an' da pier. I got questioned 'bout you more than t'ree times taday. I'll write ya when it's safe. Good luck in Manhattan.
~Spot.
She smiled and slid the note into the bag under her bed. When she looked up she found Specs staring at her. "Who's da letter from."
"Spot," she smiled faintly before turning over in her bunk.
That night Kid Blink was the one outside with Jack. The kiss came up as part of the conversation and Kid informed Jack that nothin' else was gonna happen. "I think we need ta set Specs an' Hotshot up. Dey's poifect for eachotha."
"If they don' get tagetha in a few weeks I'm plannin' on doin' it meself." Jack laughed, "but we gots ta give 'em at least another two weeks 'fore we start anything."
Within the next week and a half Hotshot adjusted to the Manhattan schedule. By exactly two weeks after she came she too was still asleep when Kloppman came upstairs to wake them. One thing remained however; she was easier to get up. She was always up the first time Kloppman yelled. The remembrance of Spot pouring a bucket of ocean water on her when she refused to get up on her first day lingered in her mind.
Jack had spread the word through the others by now that they would try and set Specs and Hotshot up. The only ones who didn't know about if were Specs and Hotshot. Dutchy was the one everyone was always going after. He was Specs' best friends and had come close to letting it slip many times.
Even after two weeks Jack still made Hotshot sell with Specs. Neither of them really minded anymore; they'd worked out a system of selling and were up to almost two hundred papers a day.
One day Hotshot saw the girl and her father again. He was still trying to force her to go with the boy. Hotshot's heart went out to the girl.
**Flashback**
"His family has a business that is growing faster than any other in New York. You'll be rich-" Her uncle announced. He seemed taller and more powerful than ever
"I could care less about having money." She argued. She hated this man more than anything now. Fist he forbid her from going anywhere and then he decided she should marry some businessman's halfwit son
"I promised your parents that I would see you have a steady future."
"Not with him! The guy is and ass hole!" She knew that her parents had left her everything they had, which included thousands of dollars, and their home in the outer limits of Manhattan. That alone could support her for the majority of her life. Her uncle only wanted her to marry this man because his family was rich and he would get some of the money he made
"Young lady-" He was furious. He walked over to her seeming taller and more powerful.
"I won't marry him!"
"You will."
"No."
"You will."
"Leave me alone. I won't." She wanted to run from the room but that would just prove him stronger. She couldn't do that. Spot had taught her to never back down.
"Brooke you will."
"No." He'd used her first name so he was really mad. She still refused to see him win. All she had to do was wait and he'd back down.
"Yes."
"No." Or not.
"Yes."
"No."
**End Flashback**
"Hotshot…"
"Lemme alone!" she yelled turning and running right past Specs who was standing behind her.
For a second Specs watched the younger girl run, then took off after her. She may have been shorter than he was but she was fast and had a head start.
She had already realized that it was Specs and not her uncle that she was running from but Hotshot just needed to get away. She darted into an alley and collapsed behind a stack of boxes.
Specs had seen her run into the alley. Instead of merely walking down it he looked around. Years living with the newsies he knew all their tricks for hiding. When he found Hotshot she was on the ground with the same labored breathing and slight shaking. Instead of tapping her on the shoulder he stood on the other side of the alley; a smart choice as Bumlets had learned the hard way. He snuck up on her once when she was reading. When he tapped her on the shoulder she spun around and gave him a bloody nose. This was the reason Specs chose to stand by the other wall until she looked at him.
Hotshot sat on the ground willing herself not to cry. She hadn't cried since she was eight and was not about to start again. She began to go through the all too familiar sequence of questions that ran through her mind when she remembered something about life before the newsies. 'When will he find me? Does he know where I am? What'll I do if I get sent back? What if he still wants me to marry Daniel?'
Just the though of him sent another shiver down her spine. The son of a wealthy businessman, Daniel thought he could get whatever he wanted just by saying so. He was accustomed to young women throwing themselves at him, which was why he was attracted to Hotshot. She had been completely uninterested in him when they first met, and even more when she got to know him. Since she'd refused his marriage proposal at the age of thirteen he'd gone and asked her uncle. He'd immediately agreed always welcoming more money, barely even concerned enough to mention that it would have to wait until she was seventeen or eighteen. He wasn't the reason she'd run, that was her uncle, but he was the person who'd finally helped her gather up enough courage to do it. The thought of marrying him was easily enough to scare her away. She was only thankful that Spot was willing to take her in.
By the time she'd thought all of this through Hotshots breathing had returned to normal and she'd stopped shaking. She brought her head up and let it rest against the brick wall behind her. Now she'd have to go find Specs and apologize for running off.
"You about ready to head back?"
At the sound of the voice she jumped and was one her feet, slingshot ready, in seconds. When she found Specs standing there she sighed. Obviously Manhattan newsies used the same method to ditch the bulls. "Well it's nice to know Manhattan newsies are educated."
"Huh?"
"Newsies from most places woulda jus' walked down the alley."
"Most newsies don' hafta fend off the Delancy bruthas," he held out a hand to her, "You ready ta go?"
She accepted his hand and he pulled her up. "How long were we there for?"
"Almos' half an hour."
She cursed quietly in a strange language under her breath. This caused Specs to raise an eyebrow. He questioned her as they left the alley.
"What was that?"
"Huh?" she looked up at him confused.
"That language you were talking in. What was it?"
A blush spread across her cheeks, "Spanish, my mother's family is form Spain so she made sure I learned it when I was growing up. It's very useful when talking to enemies."
"Yeah, it confuses them and lefts you attack or get away. The only difference is I use Latin."
"You're educated?" she asked, both of them had lost the trace of a New York accent.
"Obviously you are too."
She just shrugged and they continued to walk. As Specs turned in a different direction when they neared the boarding house she gave him a questioning look. He didn't even look at her just continued walking. He climbed the fire escape of a tall building and settled down on the roof. She sat next to him recognizing the roof of the building the Jacobs' lived in.
A few minutes later Sarah walked out onto the roof with a few books under her arm. "Hey Specs." She said when she saw him. She placed the books on the table and opened one to the needed page.
"So what do ya need me help on tonight?" His accent quickly returned to the newsie tongue.
"Conjugations," she said, "My teacher gave us some new verbs today and I'm not sure if my conjugations are right." When she looked up she saw Hotshot. "Oh, hey Hotshot."
Hotshot only nodded in response and took off her hat. She sat down and pushed her hair out of her eyes.
For close to two hours afterward Specs and Sarah sat looking at her textbooks. Specs explained the verbs and Sarah nodded in understanding. Sarah had brought up some sandwiches for the three of them halfway through. It was dark when they left, and they were going to be late for curfew. Specs and Hotshot ran back to the boarding house at a sprint. Kloppman and Jack were waiting inside and questioned them. Hotshot followed Specs' example and kept her mouth shut.
"So why were you at the Jacobs'?" she asked when everyone had separated for the night.
"Sarah is having trouble with her Latin. David didn't do so good at it when he was in school so he asked me to tutor her 'cause he knew I took it 'fore I came here. No one knows 'cept him."
"Jack doesn't know."
"No. David thought he might not be comfortable wit' his goil friend seein' anudda boy every week." Sarcasm dripped from his voice, "Can you imagine Jack overreacting. Les said that Sarah told him which would explain why he don't question me no more."
"Heya Hotshot!" Racetracks voice broke their conversation, "We's need anudda player for poker, you in?"
She got up smiling. "How much money am I gonna get from you tonight Race."
"None."
"Wishful thinkin'."
The other players were quick to fold in the games, which made it a battle of lies between Race and Hotshot. Jack came into the room and stood over them.
"Kelly if you's tells him what I gots I'll give you a black eye."
"Yeah right," he muttered.
"I done it to Spot 'fore so take a seat."
He flopped down on the bed before the two of them showed their cards. Race cried out with happiness at having the better hand. "Shoulda quit while you was ahead."
"Race, you do know you's gots less money now then when we started right?"
"Sure, why."
She rolled her eyes and stood up. "That's it. I'se goin' ta bed."
AN/ Hey, this story just got stuck in my head so I'm writing it out. I'm really hoping for some more reviews. Is you have any suggestions or sumthin' e-mail me. Blah…blah…blah… ye know the drill………
Chapter 3
By Megan
The next morning was pretty much the same as the day before. Kloppman came upstairs to find everyone, except the girl from Brooklyn, asleep. He went through his usual routine of getting everyone up and out the door.
"Ya miss us Weasel," Jack smiled standing at the distribution center's counter.
The old man just rolled his eyes, "As always, a hundred?"
Jack placed his money on the counter and walked off with his papers.
Specs was finally fully awake as he reached the counter, "Mornin' Weasel," this provided another groan from behind the bars, to which Specs just smiled.
"How many you want?" Weasel fought to keep his voice steady.
"Seventy-five," he ran a hand through his hair and placed his hat back on his head. When his papers were handed to him he moved for Hotshot to get through.
"Same." She said as Weasel placed her papers on the counter. She smiled sweetly at Maurice, who was nursing a black eye, and Oscar who stood inside. Weasel obviously still had no idea she was a girl.
Jack shouted to them all when everyone had their papers, "Alright, who wants to go to Brooklyn for me after they finish sellin'." His gaze traveled over the crowd of newsies, skipping over Specs and Hotshot. He tossed the letter at Racetrack and Mush. "Save you's selfs some money an' deliver dis to Spot for me."
When everyone started to clear out Specs began to walk in the same direction as the day before. Hotshot looked at Jack, "Who's I wit' taday."
"Still wit' Specs so go catch up ta him."
She took off after Specs trying to catch up to his long strides. Specs was looking back at her smiling when she reached his side. "Tired?"
She just rolled her eyes and began yelling amusing, and of course false headlines. Specs followed her lead and they sold most of their papers within the first few hours.
About an hour before noon while Specs was selling papers to a group of old men Hotshot let her gaze wander. Her eyes fell on a father and daughter. The man was introducing his daughter to a rich young man. Much to the girl's opposition she was being forced upon the overly kind boy. All at once familiar voices were echoing inside her head.
**Flashback**
"His family has a business that is growing faster than any other in New York. You'll be rich-" Her uncle announced
"I could care less about having money." She argued.
"I promised your parents that I would see you have a steady future."
"Not with him! The guy is and ass hole!"
"Young lady-"
"I won't marry him!"
"You will."
"No."
"You will."
"Leave me alone. I won't."
"Brooke you will."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
**End Flashback**
"Hotshot?" A hand came down on her shoulder. She turned to find Kid Blink standing with Specs behind her. "You's ok, you looked sorta out a it."
Hotshot found herself breathing hard and shaking a bit, "I'se fine. Jus' gimme a minute."
"Hotshot hang out wit' Blink this afternoon. I gots some stuff ta do." Specs said walking off. She just stared after him.
"You sure you's ok?" Kid Blink asked.
"I'm ok," she said. She walked with him as they went back to the lodging house and up to the roof. She sat with her back against the edge.
"Thinkin' 'bout the past." It was a statement not a question that came from Kid Blink's mouth. She only nodded in response. "You's can't do that here, ain't allowed. For a lot a us it brings back bad memories, you too?"
"Horrible ones."
"'S betta not ta think about it." He smiled, "Think about the future." He thought for a moment. He'd heard what she said about him the night before and decided to go for it. He leaned in and kissed her. Unlike the many other girls he'd kissed he felt nothing when he kissed her. When he moved back her look told the same story.
"You's heard what I said last night?"
"Yeah," Kid Blink blushed, "I thought you was cute but it jus' don' feel right an I'se sorta got anudda goil who I think I might get along betta wit'." A smile returned to his lips. "Got any ideas on hows I can impress her."
"Oh so since I ain't right ta be a goil friend I'm gonna be the friend who helps you wit' you's goil problems?" She pretended to feel offended.
Kid Blink smiled and shrugged, "In return I can be a good friend, an' try ta set you's and Specs up."
She laughed, "Take away the setting me up an' you's gots a deal." She spent the remainder of the afternoon giving him advice on girls. Word quickly spread when the other guys got back so she gave them a few helpful hints before yelling at Blink, who eventually told everyone to lay off.
Again Specs came back to the boarding house late. The only ones who questioned him about it were Jack and Kloppman. Specs insisted that he had just lost track of time. Jack didn't buy it but let it slide.
Race and Mush came in late as well. They came with a letter for Jack, from Spot.
They also gave Hotshot messages from her friends and a letter from Spot. When everyone had settled in various areas around the room she sat on her bed to read it.
Dear Hotshot,
I hear things is goin' well in Manhattan. I knew they would. You know I have a natural ability ta know dese things. Things back here is doin' ok. I jus' wish I had you's help controllin' everybody. Be glad to know that you's missed; I'se got some complaints from the guys on the street askin' for da goil who sells papes.
You know I miss ya too right. I could use one of our nights out about now. Da bulls is still checkin' out the streets an' da pier. I got questioned 'bout you more than t'ree times taday. I'll write ya when it's safe. Good luck in Manhattan.
~Spot.
She smiled and slid the note into the bag under her bed. When she looked up she found Specs staring at her. "Who's da letter from."
"Spot," she smiled faintly before turning over in her bunk.
That night Kid Blink was the one outside with Jack. The kiss came up as part of the conversation and Kid informed Jack that nothin' else was gonna happen. "I think we need ta set Specs an' Hotshot up. Dey's poifect for eachotha."
"If they don' get tagetha in a few weeks I'm plannin' on doin' it meself." Jack laughed, "but we gots ta give 'em at least another two weeks 'fore we start anything."
Within the next week and a half Hotshot adjusted to the Manhattan schedule. By exactly two weeks after she came she too was still asleep when Kloppman came upstairs to wake them. One thing remained however; she was easier to get up. She was always up the first time Kloppman yelled. The remembrance of Spot pouring a bucket of ocean water on her when she refused to get up on her first day lingered in her mind.
Jack had spread the word through the others by now that they would try and set Specs and Hotshot up. The only ones who didn't know about if were Specs and Hotshot. Dutchy was the one everyone was always going after. He was Specs' best friends and had come close to letting it slip many times.
Even after two weeks Jack still made Hotshot sell with Specs. Neither of them really minded anymore; they'd worked out a system of selling and were up to almost two hundred papers a day.
One day Hotshot saw the girl and her father again. He was still trying to force her to go with the boy. Hotshot's heart went out to the girl.
**Flashback**
"His family has a business that is growing faster than any other in New York. You'll be rich-" Her uncle announced. He seemed taller and more powerful than ever
"I could care less about having money." She argued. She hated this man more than anything now. Fist he forbid her from going anywhere and then he decided she should marry some businessman's halfwit son
"I promised your parents that I would see you have a steady future."
"Not with him! The guy is and ass hole!" She knew that her parents had left her everything they had, which included thousands of dollars, and their home in the outer limits of Manhattan. That alone could support her for the majority of her life. Her uncle only wanted her to marry this man because his family was rich and he would get some of the money he made
"Young lady-" He was furious. He walked over to her seeming taller and more powerful.
"I won't marry him!"
"You will."
"No."
"You will."
"Leave me alone. I won't." She wanted to run from the room but that would just prove him stronger. She couldn't do that. Spot had taught her to never back down.
"Brooke you will."
"No." He'd used her first name so he was really mad. She still refused to see him win. All she had to do was wait and he'd back down.
"Yes."
"No." Or not.
"Yes."
"No."
**End Flashback**
"Hotshot…"
"Lemme alone!" she yelled turning and running right past Specs who was standing behind her.
For a second Specs watched the younger girl run, then took off after her. She may have been shorter than he was but she was fast and had a head start.
She had already realized that it was Specs and not her uncle that she was running from but Hotshot just needed to get away. She darted into an alley and collapsed behind a stack of boxes.
Specs had seen her run into the alley. Instead of merely walking down it he looked around. Years living with the newsies he knew all their tricks for hiding. When he found Hotshot she was on the ground with the same labored breathing and slight shaking. Instead of tapping her on the shoulder he stood on the other side of the alley; a smart choice as Bumlets had learned the hard way. He snuck up on her once when she was reading. When he tapped her on the shoulder she spun around and gave him a bloody nose. This was the reason Specs chose to stand by the other wall until she looked at him.
Hotshot sat on the ground willing herself not to cry. She hadn't cried since she was eight and was not about to start again. She began to go through the all too familiar sequence of questions that ran through her mind when she remembered something about life before the newsies. 'When will he find me? Does he know where I am? What'll I do if I get sent back? What if he still wants me to marry Daniel?'
Just the though of him sent another shiver down her spine. The son of a wealthy businessman, Daniel thought he could get whatever he wanted just by saying so. He was accustomed to young women throwing themselves at him, which was why he was attracted to Hotshot. She had been completely uninterested in him when they first met, and even more when she got to know him. Since she'd refused his marriage proposal at the age of thirteen he'd gone and asked her uncle. He'd immediately agreed always welcoming more money, barely even concerned enough to mention that it would have to wait until she was seventeen or eighteen. He wasn't the reason she'd run, that was her uncle, but he was the person who'd finally helped her gather up enough courage to do it. The thought of marrying him was easily enough to scare her away. She was only thankful that Spot was willing to take her in.
By the time she'd thought all of this through Hotshots breathing had returned to normal and she'd stopped shaking. She brought her head up and let it rest against the brick wall behind her. Now she'd have to go find Specs and apologize for running off.
"You about ready to head back?"
At the sound of the voice she jumped and was one her feet, slingshot ready, in seconds. When she found Specs standing there she sighed. Obviously Manhattan newsies used the same method to ditch the bulls. "Well it's nice to know Manhattan newsies are educated."
"Huh?"
"Newsies from most places woulda jus' walked down the alley."
"Most newsies don' hafta fend off the Delancy bruthas," he held out a hand to her, "You ready ta go?"
She accepted his hand and he pulled her up. "How long were we there for?"
"Almos' half an hour."
She cursed quietly in a strange language under her breath. This caused Specs to raise an eyebrow. He questioned her as they left the alley.
"What was that?"
"Huh?" she looked up at him confused.
"That language you were talking in. What was it?"
A blush spread across her cheeks, "Spanish, my mother's family is form Spain so she made sure I learned it when I was growing up. It's very useful when talking to enemies."
"Yeah, it confuses them and lefts you attack or get away. The only difference is I use Latin."
"You're educated?" she asked, both of them had lost the trace of a New York accent.
"Obviously you are too."
She just shrugged and they continued to walk. As Specs turned in a different direction when they neared the boarding house she gave him a questioning look. He didn't even look at her just continued walking. He climbed the fire escape of a tall building and settled down on the roof. She sat next to him recognizing the roof of the building the Jacobs' lived in.
A few minutes later Sarah walked out onto the roof with a few books under her arm. "Hey Specs." She said when she saw him. She placed the books on the table and opened one to the needed page.
"So what do ya need me help on tonight?" His accent quickly returned to the newsie tongue.
"Conjugations," she said, "My teacher gave us some new verbs today and I'm not sure if my conjugations are right." When she looked up she saw Hotshot. "Oh, hey Hotshot."
Hotshot only nodded in response and took off her hat. She sat down and pushed her hair out of her eyes.
For close to two hours afterward Specs and Sarah sat looking at her textbooks. Specs explained the verbs and Sarah nodded in understanding. Sarah had brought up some sandwiches for the three of them halfway through. It was dark when they left, and they were going to be late for curfew. Specs and Hotshot ran back to the boarding house at a sprint. Kloppman and Jack were waiting inside and questioned them. Hotshot followed Specs' example and kept her mouth shut.
"So why were you at the Jacobs'?" she asked when everyone had separated for the night.
"Sarah is having trouble with her Latin. David didn't do so good at it when he was in school so he asked me to tutor her 'cause he knew I took it 'fore I came here. No one knows 'cept him."
"Jack doesn't know."
"No. David thought he might not be comfortable wit' his goil friend seein' anudda boy every week." Sarcasm dripped from his voice, "Can you imagine Jack overreacting. Les said that Sarah told him which would explain why he don't question me no more."
"Heya Hotshot!" Racetracks voice broke their conversation, "We's need anudda player for poker, you in?"
She got up smiling. "How much money am I gonna get from you tonight Race."
"None."
"Wishful thinkin'."
The other players were quick to fold in the games, which made it a battle of lies between Race and Hotshot. Jack came into the room and stood over them.
"Kelly if you's tells him what I gots I'll give you a black eye."
"Yeah right," he muttered.
"I done it to Spot 'fore so take a seat."
He flopped down on the bed before the two of them showed their cards. Race cried out with happiness at having the better hand. "Shoulda quit while you was ahead."
"Race, you do know you's gots less money now then when we started right?"
"Sure, why."
She rolled her eyes and stood up. "That's it. I'se goin' ta bed."
AN/ Hey, this story just got stuck in my head so I'm writing it out. I'm really hoping for some more reviews. Is you have any suggestions or sumthin' e-mail me. Blah…blah…blah… ye know the drill………