A/N: Okay, I decided I just like writing author's notes. So, yeah, um,
okay, this is the last pre-written chapter, I'm still working on the ending
(There'll probably just be one more chapter after this, maybe two)
Anyways, enjoy!
Too lazy to say that I'm too lazy to write another disclaimer. Geez it'd probably be easier to just write the disclaimer now, wouldn't it. but no, I like to do things the hard way!! :P
Yay Chapter 8!!
Okay I'll shut up and start the story now!! (You're probably getting sick of listening to me ramble on, anyways)
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"Parker. Parker. Parker.. No, no record of anyone by the name of Parker here, ma'am." The lady at the adoption agency shook her head.
Bean's face fell. 'An I thought Davey was supposed tah be smart," she thought. Suddenly, Bean had an idea. "Do you have a file for Anna Willer?"
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Race kicked a pile of leaves. Where did he get off thinking that he ever had a chance with Bean? She had been avoiding him ever since he had exploded on her the week before. He walked past a jewlery store barely glancing in. After a few moments, he turned around and walked back to the store.
Something in the window caught his eye. It was a silver chain with a small heart pendant on it. It was simple, but not plain, and absolutely beautiful, just like Bean. He knew he had to get it for her, but he also knew he could never afford it. He decided it was worth a try, and entered the shop. He approached the elderly lady at the counter.
"Uh, miss, how much is dat necklace da window?"
The woman stepped out from behind the counter and picked up the necklace that Race had seen. "This one?" she asked.
"Yeah." Race nodded.
The woman looked at the ten-dollar price tag. She knew there was no way this young, unkempt boy could afford it. "Is it for your mother?"
Race looked at the floor. "Don't got no muddah," he mumbled.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. For your girlfriend, then?"
Race's eyes lit up. "I hope so."
The woman nodded knowingly. "Well with this necklace and that handsome face of yours," she pinched Race's cheek lightly, "you shouldn't have a problem. It's five dollars."
Race nearly cringed at the price. He thought about it for a moment. He wouldn't be able to get cigars for a month, but Bean was worth it. He could always steal some from Snipeshooter. "Couldja hold dat fer me 'til I go get me money? I'll be back in half an hour."
"Of course."
Race bolted down the street at record speed, taking down a few people along the way. When he reached his bunk, he dumped out the money from his cigar cup. $1.50. Race looked around the room, a few quick poker hands against Mush could easily win him another two dollars, and he could borrow the rest from Jack and Kid Blink. If not, Kloppman might let him stay a few nights for free if he explained what was going on. Yeah, right, like that would happen.
Twenty minutes later, Race strolled back towards the jewelry shop with $7.00 in hand. Skittery and Dutchy had joined in the poker game, and Race whooped them all. He didn't even need to bum any money off of Jack.
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Bean stepped out of the adoption agency into the busy street. She finally knew.
Too lazy to say that I'm too lazy to write another disclaimer. Geez it'd probably be easier to just write the disclaimer now, wouldn't it. but no, I like to do things the hard way!! :P
Yay Chapter 8!!
Okay I'll shut up and start the story now!! (You're probably getting sick of listening to me ramble on, anyways)
---
"Parker. Parker. Parker.. No, no record of anyone by the name of Parker here, ma'am." The lady at the adoption agency shook her head.
Bean's face fell. 'An I thought Davey was supposed tah be smart," she thought. Suddenly, Bean had an idea. "Do you have a file for Anna Willer?"
---
Race kicked a pile of leaves. Where did he get off thinking that he ever had a chance with Bean? She had been avoiding him ever since he had exploded on her the week before. He walked past a jewlery store barely glancing in. After a few moments, he turned around and walked back to the store.
Something in the window caught his eye. It was a silver chain with a small heart pendant on it. It was simple, but not plain, and absolutely beautiful, just like Bean. He knew he had to get it for her, but he also knew he could never afford it. He decided it was worth a try, and entered the shop. He approached the elderly lady at the counter.
"Uh, miss, how much is dat necklace da window?"
The woman stepped out from behind the counter and picked up the necklace that Race had seen. "This one?" she asked.
"Yeah." Race nodded.
The woman looked at the ten-dollar price tag. She knew there was no way this young, unkempt boy could afford it. "Is it for your mother?"
Race looked at the floor. "Don't got no muddah," he mumbled.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. For your girlfriend, then?"
Race's eyes lit up. "I hope so."
The woman nodded knowingly. "Well with this necklace and that handsome face of yours," she pinched Race's cheek lightly, "you shouldn't have a problem. It's five dollars."
Race nearly cringed at the price. He thought about it for a moment. He wouldn't be able to get cigars for a month, but Bean was worth it. He could always steal some from Snipeshooter. "Couldja hold dat fer me 'til I go get me money? I'll be back in half an hour."
"Of course."
Race bolted down the street at record speed, taking down a few people along the way. When he reached his bunk, he dumped out the money from his cigar cup. $1.50. Race looked around the room, a few quick poker hands against Mush could easily win him another two dollars, and he could borrow the rest from Jack and Kid Blink. If not, Kloppman might let him stay a few nights for free if he explained what was going on. Yeah, right, like that would happen.
Twenty minutes later, Race strolled back towards the jewelry shop with $7.00 in hand. Skittery and Dutchy had joined in the poker game, and Race whooped them all. He didn't even need to bum any money off of Jack.
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Bean stepped out of the adoption agency into the busy street. She finally knew.
