Lucky left shortly after breakfast to run her errands. Putting on her new green skirt and an old white shirt she grabbed her cloak and was out the door. She walked to an old Manhattan apartment building, again avoiding all the newsies. She couldn't afford to be seen, at least not yet. Climbing the stairs to apartment 31D she knocked on the door.
A young woman about her age opened the door with a basket of mending in her arms. She had dirty blonde hair and light brown eyes. In the background you could here a little girl playing rather noisily. "Hello can I help you." The woman said without looking up.
"Well that depends, I'm looking for a Kristie Sampson." Lucky said trying not to laugh.
"Well I'm...Lucky! Lucky Peterson what are you doing here. Come inside and stop standing in my door way like some kind of stranger!" Kristie pulled her into the small apartment.
"What are you doing here? Come to beg for your old job back. Well you can have it. I even have a pile of mending right here you can start with." Kristie just kept going and going. Yep, Lucky thought, same old Kris.
"I'm not here for a job Kris. I have a job and no I can't tell you doing what, not yet. Don't call Lizzy in here, I don't want anyone to know I'm back. I don't trust your little sister's mouth some times it gets carried away with itself. Actually that seems to be a family trait. I'm almost surprised I trust you." Lucky laughed.
"You know Lucky that's almost hurtful. I'm surprised at you. You know I'll keep your secret even if I don't understand why I'm doing it." Kris was solemn.
"I would explain but it's a long story and I really do have to be going. I have a hundred million things to do today. Besides I still don't want your sister to see me. Don't pout now. Just come give your old friend a hug and I'll be on my way. I'll stop by another day to chat." Lucky hugged her old friend and then made her way to the door. She stopped before leaving. "One more favor for an old friend? If you would just check out some rumors about Spot, I hear he is in danger of losing Brooklyn and I'm wondering how much truth there really is to these rumors."
"Sure Lucky, anything I can do. Just promise to stop by and see me. I've missed you. We have all missed you."
In the Manhattan Lodging House Spot Conlon sat down to read his letter.
Dear Spot,
How have you been? I know you won't believe this but, I've missed you. I'm sorry I left without saying good bye. I'm not sorry I left. Things had to be done; they had to be changed. I thought I would send you this letter to let you know I'm all right. I probably should have sent it sooner but that's my pride for you. Please just be careful and watch your back. Be a leader Spot no matter what. Sometimes you have to ignore what you feel inside to get things done. That's just the way life is when you have people counting on you.
Yours always,
Lucky
Spot was in shock. After all this time, why send word now? She wasn't even sorry she left. He was angry.
"She's right ya know." Spot heard Jack Kelly's voice behind him. "Ya gotta put your guard back up Spot. Maybe you should go back to Brooklyn. Ya gotta be a leader."
"Shut up Kelly. Brooklyn is fine. Besides who does she think she is? Why would I be so devastated over her leavin that I would let my guard down? Am I the great Spot Conlon or aren't I? If my welcome has worn out here all you have to do is say so Jacky-boy." Spot almost yelled at his best friend.
"Your always welcome here Spot, but at least send a messenger over to Brooklyn to check things out. It's for your own good." Jack said angrily.
"Alright Jacky-boy but just cause it's you'se that asked me to."
On the other side of Manhattan Lucky was leaving the dress shop. She had just placed an order for Medda for a dress that she was almost sure was for her. Lucky made her way to the Western Union office. "Hello," she said to the young man at the desk. "I'd like to send a telegram."
She gave him the address. "Just put 'Everything is going well Stop I can't wait for you to arrive Stop I love you Darling Stop." Then Lucky quickly hurried back to Medda's.
Dear reader,
Duhn Duhn Duhn! Well review hurry hurry! I'm waiting for ya'lls reviews. I'm sorry if my chapter's are short. They look so long when they are on my computer. Thanks to Gemini for all her reviews. Thanks Rae kelly for her review. Baby309blue, is this any better? The little duck thing is just something my grandma calls me but now that you mention it I do remember it from So Weird. Sorry Lucky Windsor, about the name thing. Please forgive me and read my story anyway lol. And thank you Hades for wanting to be in my story! So the rest of you out there! Review Review Review!
*Lucky*
A young woman about her age opened the door with a basket of mending in her arms. She had dirty blonde hair and light brown eyes. In the background you could here a little girl playing rather noisily. "Hello can I help you." The woman said without looking up.
"Well that depends, I'm looking for a Kristie Sampson." Lucky said trying not to laugh.
"Well I'm...Lucky! Lucky Peterson what are you doing here. Come inside and stop standing in my door way like some kind of stranger!" Kristie pulled her into the small apartment.
"What are you doing here? Come to beg for your old job back. Well you can have it. I even have a pile of mending right here you can start with." Kristie just kept going and going. Yep, Lucky thought, same old Kris.
"I'm not here for a job Kris. I have a job and no I can't tell you doing what, not yet. Don't call Lizzy in here, I don't want anyone to know I'm back. I don't trust your little sister's mouth some times it gets carried away with itself. Actually that seems to be a family trait. I'm almost surprised I trust you." Lucky laughed.
"You know Lucky that's almost hurtful. I'm surprised at you. You know I'll keep your secret even if I don't understand why I'm doing it." Kris was solemn.
"I would explain but it's a long story and I really do have to be going. I have a hundred million things to do today. Besides I still don't want your sister to see me. Don't pout now. Just come give your old friend a hug and I'll be on my way. I'll stop by another day to chat." Lucky hugged her old friend and then made her way to the door. She stopped before leaving. "One more favor for an old friend? If you would just check out some rumors about Spot, I hear he is in danger of losing Brooklyn and I'm wondering how much truth there really is to these rumors."
"Sure Lucky, anything I can do. Just promise to stop by and see me. I've missed you. We have all missed you."
In the Manhattan Lodging House Spot Conlon sat down to read his letter.
Dear Spot,
How have you been? I know you won't believe this but, I've missed you. I'm sorry I left without saying good bye. I'm not sorry I left. Things had to be done; they had to be changed. I thought I would send you this letter to let you know I'm all right. I probably should have sent it sooner but that's my pride for you. Please just be careful and watch your back. Be a leader Spot no matter what. Sometimes you have to ignore what you feel inside to get things done. That's just the way life is when you have people counting on you.
Yours always,
Lucky
Spot was in shock. After all this time, why send word now? She wasn't even sorry she left. He was angry.
"She's right ya know." Spot heard Jack Kelly's voice behind him. "Ya gotta put your guard back up Spot. Maybe you should go back to Brooklyn. Ya gotta be a leader."
"Shut up Kelly. Brooklyn is fine. Besides who does she think she is? Why would I be so devastated over her leavin that I would let my guard down? Am I the great Spot Conlon or aren't I? If my welcome has worn out here all you have to do is say so Jacky-boy." Spot almost yelled at his best friend.
"Your always welcome here Spot, but at least send a messenger over to Brooklyn to check things out. It's for your own good." Jack said angrily.
"Alright Jacky-boy but just cause it's you'se that asked me to."
On the other side of Manhattan Lucky was leaving the dress shop. She had just placed an order for Medda for a dress that she was almost sure was for her. Lucky made her way to the Western Union office. "Hello," she said to the young man at the desk. "I'd like to send a telegram."
She gave him the address. "Just put 'Everything is going well Stop I can't wait for you to arrive Stop I love you Darling Stop." Then Lucky quickly hurried back to Medda's.
Dear reader,
Duhn Duhn Duhn! Well review hurry hurry! I'm waiting for ya'lls reviews. I'm sorry if my chapter's are short. They look so long when they are on my computer. Thanks to Gemini for all her reviews. Thanks Rae kelly for her review. Baby309blue, is this any better? The little duck thing is just something my grandma calls me but now that you mention it I do remember it from So Weird. Sorry Lucky Windsor, about the name thing. Please forgive me and read my story anyway lol. And thank you Hades for wanting to be in my story! So the rest of you out there! Review Review Review!
*Lucky*