"Yeah, yeah, I'm comin' hold yer horses."
Bean giggled at the irony of Race's comment. Race could always make her laugh. Bean wasn't sure exactly how she felt about Race. He was cute and charming and all, but she wasn't really sure if she thought of him as anything more than a friend. Race, however, seemed to think of her that way.
By the time Bean and Race got to Tibby's they had dried off considerably, but they still got an evil glare from the owner as they sloshed in.
"I ain't even gonna ask what happened." Jack said.
"Well I am!" Mush declared. "What in da name o' Horace Greely did you two do.?"
"I threw 'im in da pond." Bean bragged.
"Yeah, but she fell fer de oldest trick in da book an' I pulled her in wit me." Race grinned mockingly at Bean and she poked him in the side. This resulted in a small poking match, during which Race managed to get his arm around Bean's waist. As soon as Bean realized what had happened, she quickly excused herself to the restroom, leaving Race more confused than ever.
"I don't get it," Race complained to Jack and Mush, "She seems tah like me an' all, but all of a sudden, she starts tah act all goofy."
"Maybe yer bein too forward, Race, try playin hard tah get." Jack advised.
"I thot dat's what goils did, not boys." Race just got more and more confused as the conversation went on. Mush advised him to openly admit his feelings, but Jack kept insisting that it would be relationship suicide. Finally, Race got sick of listening to Jack and Mush argue over his relationship with Bean, or lack of one, and he headed back to the Lodging House.
"Hey, what happened to Race?" Bean asked as she slipped back into the booth.
"Uh, I have no idea." Mush admitted. Jack and Mush were so into their debate that they hadn't even noticed their friend leave.
"So what were you guys arguing about, anyway? I heard mah name."
Jack and Mush looked at each other. "Uh, nothing, no, we weren't talking about you, we were arguing about.." Mush tried to think up something believable.
"Lima beans." Jack blurted out. "We were arguing about whether lima beans were any good."
"Yeah, sure, look you guys, I'm gonna head back tah da Lodgin' House, kay?" Bean whisked out the door of the diner. 'Lima beans?!?' she thought to herself.
"Lima beans?!?" Mush exclaimed. "You couldn't tink a somethin bettah dan idat/i!?"
"Well could iyou/i have tot a somethin bettah?"
"No, I guess not." Mush admitted.
It took Bean twice as long as usual to walk to the Lodging House. She kept stopping to look behind her because she felt like someone was following her.
Thomas Willer was worn out. He slid down against the wall of a building and buried his face and his havds. He came to New York to look for his daughter, Anna. He hadn't seen her for fourteen years, and he was longing to find her. He thought he had seen a girl that looked like her, and he followed her for a long time, but he just couldn't take it anymore. Who was he kidding? How would he know what she looked like? He hadn't seen her since she was three years old. He looked up as the street in front of him became blurry. It took him a moment to realize what was happening. He had started to cry, something he hadn't done in a long time.
"Anthony 'Racetrack' Higgins!"
Race jerked his head up. He wasn't used to being called by his full name. People usually just called him Racetrack or Race, and sometimes 'doity sunuvabitch' when he won ianother/i poker game. "Where did you run off tah at lunch?" Bean demanded.
"I got sick a listnin' tah Jack an Mush arguin' soz I came here."
"What were dey arguin about? I tot I heard dem mention my name." Bean inquired, still wondering. She knew they were definitely inot/i talking about lima beans.
Race decided to come up with something creative. "Kidney beans , but they mighta moved on tah sumthin else by da time you got back."
"Yeah, lima beans." Bean said as she walked over to her bunk.
'Wow,' Race thought, 'I'm good.'
Bean giggled at the irony of Race's comment. Race could always make her laugh. Bean wasn't sure exactly how she felt about Race. He was cute and charming and all, but she wasn't really sure if she thought of him as anything more than a friend. Race, however, seemed to think of her that way.
By the time Bean and Race got to Tibby's they had dried off considerably, but they still got an evil glare from the owner as they sloshed in.
"I ain't even gonna ask what happened." Jack said.
"Well I am!" Mush declared. "What in da name o' Horace Greely did you two do.?"
"I threw 'im in da pond." Bean bragged.
"Yeah, but she fell fer de oldest trick in da book an' I pulled her in wit me." Race grinned mockingly at Bean and she poked him in the side. This resulted in a small poking match, during which Race managed to get his arm around Bean's waist. As soon as Bean realized what had happened, she quickly excused herself to the restroom, leaving Race more confused than ever.
"I don't get it," Race complained to Jack and Mush, "She seems tah like me an' all, but all of a sudden, she starts tah act all goofy."
"Maybe yer bein too forward, Race, try playin hard tah get." Jack advised.
"I thot dat's what goils did, not boys." Race just got more and more confused as the conversation went on. Mush advised him to openly admit his feelings, but Jack kept insisting that it would be relationship suicide. Finally, Race got sick of listening to Jack and Mush argue over his relationship with Bean, or lack of one, and he headed back to the Lodging House.
"Hey, what happened to Race?" Bean asked as she slipped back into the booth.
"Uh, I have no idea." Mush admitted. Jack and Mush were so into their debate that they hadn't even noticed their friend leave.
"So what were you guys arguing about, anyway? I heard mah name."
Jack and Mush looked at each other. "Uh, nothing, no, we weren't talking about you, we were arguing about.." Mush tried to think up something believable.
"Lima beans." Jack blurted out. "We were arguing about whether lima beans were any good."
"Yeah, sure, look you guys, I'm gonna head back tah da Lodgin' House, kay?" Bean whisked out the door of the diner. 'Lima beans?!?' she thought to herself.
"Lima beans?!?" Mush exclaimed. "You couldn't tink a somethin bettah dan idat/i!?"
"Well could iyou/i have tot a somethin bettah?"
"No, I guess not." Mush admitted.
It took Bean twice as long as usual to walk to the Lodging House. She kept stopping to look behind her because she felt like someone was following her.
Thomas Willer was worn out. He slid down against the wall of a building and buried his face and his havds. He came to New York to look for his daughter, Anna. He hadn't seen her for fourteen years, and he was longing to find her. He thought he had seen a girl that looked like her, and he followed her for a long time, but he just couldn't take it anymore. Who was he kidding? How would he know what she looked like? He hadn't seen her since she was three years old. He looked up as the street in front of him became blurry. It took him a moment to realize what was happening. He had started to cry, something he hadn't done in a long time.
"Anthony 'Racetrack' Higgins!"
Race jerked his head up. He wasn't used to being called by his full name. People usually just called him Racetrack or Race, and sometimes 'doity sunuvabitch' when he won ianother/i poker game. "Where did you run off tah at lunch?" Bean demanded.
"I got sick a listnin' tah Jack an Mush arguin' soz I came here."
"What were dey arguin about? I tot I heard dem mention my name." Bean inquired, still wondering. She knew they were definitely inot/i talking about lima beans.
Race decided to come up with something creative. "Kidney beans , but they mighta moved on tah sumthin else by da time you got back."
"Yeah, lima beans." Bean said as she walked over to her bunk.
'Wow,' Race thought, 'I'm good.'
