The next morning Medda awoke to the smell of eggs scrambling and bacon frying. "Well you certainly got up early this morning little duck." Medda said, yawning as she sat at her kitchen table.
"Morning Medda!" Lucky said from the stove. "Well I have a lot to do today. I have a few important business matters to take care of."
"I think you have some things to explain to me before you leave little lady." Medda said almost sternly. She couldn't help but be worried about Lucky. Medda knew she hadn't gotten up early this morning. She knew Lucky hadn't slept at all.
Lucky sat down at the table and served Medda. "Alright, Medda but not until you finish your breakfast."
"Is this a story that might ruin my appetite? Alright, alright no more questions till after breakfast." Medda said after getting a serious look from Lucky.
As Medda finished her breakfast Lucky began to explain. "I had to leave New York Medda, for certain reasons, reasons that can't be explained right now. I just had to go so I left for the only other city I knew. I went to Boston. I found work there, work in a factory..." Lucky found herself unable to continue. No tears she kept thinking to herself, no tears, no one can see you cry. No one can know. "And I got fired...I got fired so I came back here. I just don't want Jack and Spot to know I worked in that factory. I don't want any of the boys to know. After Sarah died, well I just don't think it would be a good idea. I better get going Medda. I have a lot to do." With that Lucky got up and left Medda with more questions than she'd had to begin with. Medda knew that wasn't the end of the story, but she would let Lucky take her time telling her the rest.
At the Manhattan Lodging House Spot was up early. He couldn't sleep the night before and he couldn't shake the feeling that she was in the city. "Morning Kloppman." He said as he made his way out the front door.
"Spot there's a letter here for you. Found it on the door step this morning." Kloppman called after him.
A letter, Spot thought to himself. Who would leave him a letter?
Dear Reader, I don't own the Newsies though I did bid for them on Ebay the other day. We are still awaiting the results. So how do you like it so far? LET ME KNOW. Just review that's all I ask! Thank you for your reviews, Jazz and Gemini Kelly. This chapter is for Gemini b/c she is very persistent! Thank you for reading!!!
*Lucky*
"Morning Medda!" Lucky said from the stove. "Well I have a lot to do today. I have a few important business matters to take care of."
"I think you have some things to explain to me before you leave little lady." Medda said almost sternly. She couldn't help but be worried about Lucky. Medda knew she hadn't gotten up early this morning. She knew Lucky hadn't slept at all.
Lucky sat down at the table and served Medda. "Alright, Medda but not until you finish your breakfast."
"Is this a story that might ruin my appetite? Alright, alright no more questions till after breakfast." Medda said after getting a serious look from Lucky.
As Medda finished her breakfast Lucky began to explain. "I had to leave New York Medda, for certain reasons, reasons that can't be explained right now. I just had to go so I left for the only other city I knew. I went to Boston. I found work there, work in a factory..." Lucky found herself unable to continue. No tears she kept thinking to herself, no tears, no one can see you cry. No one can know. "And I got fired...I got fired so I came back here. I just don't want Jack and Spot to know I worked in that factory. I don't want any of the boys to know. After Sarah died, well I just don't think it would be a good idea. I better get going Medda. I have a lot to do." With that Lucky got up and left Medda with more questions than she'd had to begin with. Medda knew that wasn't the end of the story, but she would let Lucky take her time telling her the rest.
At the Manhattan Lodging House Spot was up early. He couldn't sleep the night before and he couldn't shake the feeling that she was in the city. "Morning Kloppman." He said as he made his way out the front door.
"Spot there's a letter here for you. Found it on the door step this morning." Kloppman called after him.
A letter, Spot thought to himself. Who would leave him a letter?
Dear Reader, I don't own the Newsies though I did bid for them on Ebay the other day. We are still awaiting the results. So how do you like it so far? LET ME KNOW. Just review that's all I ask! Thank you for your reviews, Jazz and Gemini Kelly. This chapter is for Gemini b/c she is very persistent! Thank you for reading!!!
*Lucky*