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"What do you mean that you didn't get Probs on our side?" yelled an outraged Crunchy to Randy the next day at the lodging house in his room.
"I'se already told ya.she said we weren't as serious about da whole ting as she wanted us to be."
"You shoulda tried hardah!" yelled Crunchy as he swiped all the objects off his desk in anger, causing a picture of his family all smiling in front of their old house to fall to the floor and shatter at Random's feet.
Randy stared at the picture with tears welling in her eyes. When she finally got the courage to look up at Crunchy, she said with a defiant glare, "I tried my fuckin hardest! Jesus Crunchy, you soah are damn hard ta please. I'm soah if we go back ta Probs, she'll listen tah us and forget dat da whole ting evah happened!"
"Cut da crap Randy," cried Crunchy as he threw down more of his family memoribalia, "You and I both know dat dat'll nevah happen. If we don't get Boston, we don't got nuttin. Hell, I was sick of dis whole fuckin strike thing anyway. I'm outa heah!" and with this Crunchy stomped down the stairs, slammed the door and headed down the street. All eyes were now on Random who stood in the doorway like nothing had happened.
"Watcha all staring at? We got woik tah do!" said Random as she tried to put on a happy face. Only one person cared enough to see through that.
"Hey Randy, ya wanna talk about it?" asked Race as he took his cigar out of his mouth and slid up next to her.
"Nah.I just need to go foah a walk," she answered as she wiped away a tear before it fell, and gave Race a hit on the shoulder, "Avery! You'se is in charge while I'm out. I want you'se guys to woik on getting something big tahgetha and straighten up an' listen tah the guys 'cause they've been through dis befoah!" and with this she picked up the picture off the floor and took the same path as Crunchy out the door and headed towards the harbor.
"What are you doing back heah so soon Randy? Those fuckin' imports finally shape up?" Problems asked as she dismissed a bunch of new newsies from their slingshot practice.
"Shut the fuck up Probs, it's hell ovah in Cambridge. I just needed to get away and get Fins."
"Aw c'mon, whats wrong? Crunchy again? Sit down."
"It's woise dis time. You know how he doubted da strike in da foist place? Well tahday he said he was sick of da strike. I just hope the bastard doesn't do anything to get himself hoit!" and with this she sat down on the pier and broke out into sobs.
"Aright, aright, aright. Listen if it'll help, I'll heah you'se guys out and consider da strike for real," said Problems and she put her arms around Random and let her cry on her shoulder.
"Ya dat'd be great."
"Ok den, let's head ovah to Good Eatin' and see what the othas ah up to." With that Problems stood up and reached out a hand to Random who gratefully took it.
"You know what Probs? I wish dat you'se was me sistah."
"Knock the bullshit off, I am ya sistah," she said with half a smirk and giving her "sister" a somewhat light punch on her shoulder, "Come on Fins, we'se is gonna be late."
"What do you mean that you didn't get Probs on our side?" yelled an outraged Crunchy to Randy the next day at the lodging house in his room.
"I'se already told ya.she said we weren't as serious about da whole ting as she wanted us to be."
"You shoulda tried hardah!" yelled Crunchy as he swiped all the objects off his desk in anger, causing a picture of his family all smiling in front of their old house to fall to the floor and shatter at Random's feet.
Randy stared at the picture with tears welling in her eyes. When she finally got the courage to look up at Crunchy, she said with a defiant glare, "I tried my fuckin hardest! Jesus Crunchy, you soah are damn hard ta please. I'm soah if we go back ta Probs, she'll listen tah us and forget dat da whole ting evah happened!"
"Cut da crap Randy," cried Crunchy as he threw down more of his family memoribalia, "You and I both know dat dat'll nevah happen. If we don't get Boston, we don't got nuttin. Hell, I was sick of dis whole fuckin strike thing anyway. I'm outa heah!" and with this Crunchy stomped down the stairs, slammed the door and headed down the street. All eyes were now on Random who stood in the doorway like nothing had happened.
"Watcha all staring at? We got woik tah do!" said Random as she tried to put on a happy face. Only one person cared enough to see through that.
"Hey Randy, ya wanna talk about it?" asked Race as he took his cigar out of his mouth and slid up next to her.
"Nah.I just need to go foah a walk," she answered as she wiped away a tear before it fell, and gave Race a hit on the shoulder, "Avery! You'se is in charge while I'm out. I want you'se guys to woik on getting something big tahgetha and straighten up an' listen tah the guys 'cause they've been through dis befoah!" and with this she picked up the picture off the floor and took the same path as Crunchy out the door and headed towards the harbor.
"What are you doing back heah so soon Randy? Those fuckin' imports finally shape up?" Problems asked as she dismissed a bunch of new newsies from their slingshot practice.
"Shut the fuck up Probs, it's hell ovah in Cambridge. I just needed to get away and get Fins."
"Aw c'mon, whats wrong? Crunchy again? Sit down."
"It's woise dis time. You know how he doubted da strike in da foist place? Well tahday he said he was sick of da strike. I just hope the bastard doesn't do anything to get himself hoit!" and with this she sat down on the pier and broke out into sobs.
"Aright, aright, aright. Listen if it'll help, I'll heah you'se guys out and consider da strike for real," said Problems and she put her arms around Random and let her cry on her shoulder.
"Ya dat'd be great."
"Ok den, let's head ovah to Good Eatin' and see what the othas ah up to." With that Problems stood up and reached out a hand to Random who gratefully took it.
"You know what Probs? I wish dat you'se was me sistah."
"Knock the bullshit off, I am ya sistah," she said with half a smirk and giving her "sister" a somewhat light punch on her shoulder, "Come on Fins, we'se is gonna be late."