(A/N: Thanks to all my reviewers. Here's chapter 3
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After Spot left, Kathlynn went to go talk to Cora. She was silently staring out her window, admiring the dock.
"He reminds me of your father, that one." Kathlynn stated. "He's just like him at 16. A know it all, strong, and dirt poor."
"That was your type, huh mum?" Cora asked, still staring out her window. Kathlynn laughed. "I suppose so, I had everything Cora, and I gave it up to be with your father."
"I miss him," Cora said, turning away from the window at last.
"So do I" her mother said sadly. "Everyday."
A tear rolled down Kathlynn's cheek. Cora wiped it with her handkerchief.
"Momma?" Cora asked softly. "Yes sweetheart" Kathlynn answered, now staring out the window like Cora had been. "Don't miss me when I'm gone."
"Cora don't talk like that," Her mother snapped. "Your father lived until 30, and with medicine advancing all the time they'll find a cure for your heart, I know it. Speaking of which, you need your medicine now, I'll go and get it."
"Mum?" Cora called after her.
"Yes dear?" Kathlynn asked wiping another tear off her cheek
"I think that's my type too," Cora said
"Know it all, strong, and dirt poor?" Kathlynn questioned.
"Yes" Cora said, wondering what her mother's response to this might be.
"Well then, follow your heart Cora, but be careful." Kathlynn answered while walking into the kitchen.
"I always have to be careful with my heart" Cora whispered sadly.
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The next morning Cora set out to find herself a job. Kathlynn had already left for the job that she had been promised at about 7, and it was now nearing 8:30. The first place Cora decided to try was the fast, cheap, and sometimes even good restaurant she had been in last night. It seemed very busy, and Cora was sure they'd need some help. Sure enough, when she got there, there were tables waiting to be waited on all over the place. She found the manager and asked about a job.
"How soon can ya start?" A stout woman of about 50 with a few teeth missing asked.
"Now if you'd like" Cora responded, eager for work.
The woman asked Cora a few quick questions, such as her name, age, and address. The woman thrust a pad at her and before she knew it Cora was waiting tables and placing orders.
At around 12:30 the place had cleared out considerably, so fast that it all but bothered Cora.
"What happened?" Cora asked the manager.
"Them newsies are gonna be comin in here any second, an some of me older customers like to be gone when they arrive." The manager said, wiping down a table. Almost as soon as she finished, a mob of newsboys swarmed the restaurant, and Cora found herself working faster then she ever had. At one point, a newsie of about 7 or 8 came up to her.
"Heyya sweet face, me boss wants a woid wit ya."
Who's your boss?" Cora asked. "Ova dere" the boy pointed. Sitting there was Spot. Cora had forgotten about the whole "leader of Brooklyn" business he had explained to her the previous night. She walked over to his table.
"May I help you?" she asked smiling.
"Yeah, can ya get me somma dem pancakes dey make so good hea?" he asked, smiling back.
"Anything else, sir" she mocked.
"Nahh dats good enuff." He said. Cora placed his order and served the rest of the tables.
The newsies finished eating and began clearing out. "Spot, ya comin?" the little newsie that Cora had spoken to earlier asked. "You go head pipsqueak, I'll catch up wit ya." Spot said. Pipsqueak ran to catch up with the rest of the newsies, and Spot approached Cora as she was cleaning off a table.
"Can I help you?" Cora joked
"You'se done enuff for me already, I wanted ta thank ya again for last night. Ya saved me bum" Spot said seriously.
"Well, your welcome" Cora said smiling.
"Umm, do ya mind if I come by an see ya tonight?" Spot asked, trying to keep his cool.
"Sure" Cora said, still smiling. "But won't your newsies miss you?"
Actually, Spot hadn't thought of that. What exactly would they think of him leaving to go see some girl that he wasn't just playing around with? Or rather, was he playing around with her? Spot couldn't exactly decide. He knew she wasn't the type of girl that you had one week and dropped the next. She was more like a friend, but one that he found.well.beautiful. And even all that aside, he was just starting to become known as Brooklyn's leader. Would seeing Cora jeopardize that?
"Hey Spot, are you still with me?" Cora asked, snapping Spot out of his thoughts.
"Uhh yea, I'se hear, would ya mind if I came later in the night? Somewheres around 12?" Spot asked cautiously.
"I suppose that would be okay, but use the fire escape next to my window so you don't wake my mum." Cora said, a bit confused as to why he wanted to come so late.
"Alright well, I gotta get back to sellin, see ya tonight sweet face." He said, kissing her hand.
"Bye Spot" Cora said smiling. She hadn't smiled this much since losing her father.
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After Spot left, Kathlynn went to go talk to Cora. She was silently staring out her window, admiring the dock.
"He reminds me of your father, that one." Kathlynn stated. "He's just like him at 16. A know it all, strong, and dirt poor."
"That was your type, huh mum?" Cora asked, still staring out her window. Kathlynn laughed. "I suppose so, I had everything Cora, and I gave it up to be with your father."
"I miss him," Cora said, turning away from the window at last.
"So do I" her mother said sadly. "Everyday."
A tear rolled down Kathlynn's cheek. Cora wiped it with her handkerchief.
"Momma?" Cora asked softly. "Yes sweetheart" Kathlynn answered, now staring out the window like Cora had been. "Don't miss me when I'm gone."
"Cora don't talk like that," Her mother snapped. "Your father lived until 30, and with medicine advancing all the time they'll find a cure for your heart, I know it. Speaking of which, you need your medicine now, I'll go and get it."
"Mum?" Cora called after her.
"Yes dear?" Kathlynn asked wiping another tear off her cheek
"I think that's my type too," Cora said
"Know it all, strong, and dirt poor?" Kathlynn questioned.
"Yes" Cora said, wondering what her mother's response to this might be.
"Well then, follow your heart Cora, but be careful." Kathlynn answered while walking into the kitchen.
"I always have to be careful with my heart" Cora whispered sadly.
*~*~*~
The next morning Cora set out to find herself a job. Kathlynn had already left for the job that she had been promised at about 7, and it was now nearing 8:30. The first place Cora decided to try was the fast, cheap, and sometimes even good restaurant she had been in last night. It seemed very busy, and Cora was sure they'd need some help. Sure enough, when she got there, there were tables waiting to be waited on all over the place. She found the manager and asked about a job.
"How soon can ya start?" A stout woman of about 50 with a few teeth missing asked.
"Now if you'd like" Cora responded, eager for work.
The woman asked Cora a few quick questions, such as her name, age, and address. The woman thrust a pad at her and before she knew it Cora was waiting tables and placing orders.
At around 12:30 the place had cleared out considerably, so fast that it all but bothered Cora.
"What happened?" Cora asked the manager.
"Them newsies are gonna be comin in here any second, an some of me older customers like to be gone when they arrive." The manager said, wiping down a table. Almost as soon as she finished, a mob of newsboys swarmed the restaurant, and Cora found herself working faster then she ever had. At one point, a newsie of about 7 or 8 came up to her.
"Heyya sweet face, me boss wants a woid wit ya."
Who's your boss?" Cora asked. "Ova dere" the boy pointed. Sitting there was Spot. Cora had forgotten about the whole "leader of Brooklyn" business he had explained to her the previous night. She walked over to his table.
"May I help you?" she asked smiling.
"Yeah, can ya get me somma dem pancakes dey make so good hea?" he asked, smiling back.
"Anything else, sir" she mocked.
"Nahh dats good enuff." He said. Cora placed his order and served the rest of the tables.
The newsies finished eating and began clearing out. "Spot, ya comin?" the little newsie that Cora had spoken to earlier asked. "You go head pipsqueak, I'll catch up wit ya." Spot said. Pipsqueak ran to catch up with the rest of the newsies, and Spot approached Cora as she was cleaning off a table.
"Can I help you?" Cora joked
"You'se done enuff for me already, I wanted ta thank ya again for last night. Ya saved me bum" Spot said seriously.
"Well, your welcome" Cora said smiling.
"Umm, do ya mind if I come by an see ya tonight?" Spot asked, trying to keep his cool.
"Sure" Cora said, still smiling. "But won't your newsies miss you?"
Actually, Spot hadn't thought of that. What exactly would they think of him leaving to go see some girl that he wasn't just playing around with? Or rather, was he playing around with her? Spot couldn't exactly decide. He knew she wasn't the type of girl that you had one week and dropped the next. She was more like a friend, but one that he found.well.beautiful. And even all that aside, he was just starting to become known as Brooklyn's leader. Would seeing Cora jeopardize that?
"Hey Spot, are you still with me?" Cora asked, snapping Spot out of his thoughts.
"Uhh yea, I'se hear, would ya mind if I came later in the night? Somewheres around 12?" Spot asked cautiously.
"I suppose that would be okay, but use the fire escape next to my window so you don't wake my mum." Cora said, a bit confused as to why he wanted to come so late.
"Alright well, I gotta get back to sellin, see ya tonight sweet face." He said, kissing her hand.
"Bye Spot" Cora said smiling. She hadn't smiled this much since losing her father.