Tachinya was sitting on a bench in Manhattan instead of contorting. She
had spent all morning crying over the loss of Momoe.
"How's my goil?" Spot sat down beside Tachinya.
"Oh, Spot, it's awful!" She grasped his arm with both hands and began sobbing into his shoulder.
"Aaaarrrrg!" Spot shrieked.
"What's wrong with you?" Tachinya's wet eyes looked at him, puzzled.
"Dat's my stabbed arm!"
"Gee, Spot, I'm sorry."
"Right, Tachinya, yer real sorry." Spot stood up mad and in pain. "Ya were real sorry last night! All ya care about is dat dumb monkey!"
"That's not true, Spot. I love you."
"Shoah ya do. Ya need tah git yer priorities straight, goil, and when ya do, lemme know. See ya latah." Spot stormed off toward Brooklyn. Tachinya sighed. Her world was falling apart before her. Unknown to Tachinya was the snicker of sick pleasure that was uttered in the dark corner of an alley.
+~*~+
Lindsay was sitting at the vanity in her room delicately brushing her long, blonde hair when her aunt stormed into the room.
"Where were you last night?!" she bellowed.
"What? I don't know what you're talking about." Lindsay tried to play dumb.
"Do not play dumb, girl; I know you snuck out." The finely attired woman was red in the face.
"But-"
"Do not try to deny it, Lindsay Marie, you left your wet shoes beside the door." Lindsay dropped her gaze into her lap and sunk into despair. "What? Were you stomping through puddles with that squalid homeless boy of yours?"
Lindsay felt sick. If only she had not stumbled into that puddle last night. "He's not homeless! He's a newsboy and so am I!"
"Not anymore, Lindsay! How many times have I told you that cannot see that boy? You are a respectable girl now, and respectable girls to not consort with scabby boys from the street." Her caustic words cut into Lindsay's heart.
Lindsay stood up and stared her aunt down in defiance. "He's not scabby! I love him!" Lindsay pushed her aunt out of her way and took off down the staircase and out of the house. Little did Lindsay know that she was still in her bedclothes.
"How's my goil?" Spot sat down beside Tachinya.
"Oh, Spot, it's awful!" She grasped his arm with both hands and began sobbing into his shoulder.
"Aaaarrrrg!" Spot shrieked.
"What's wrong with you?" Tachinya's wet eyes looked at him, puzzled.
"Dat's my stabbed arm!"
"Gee, Spot, I'm sorry."
"Right, Tachinya, yer real sorry." Spot stood up mad and in pain. "Ya were real sorry last night! All ya care about is dat dumb monkey!"
"That's not true, Spot. I love you."
"Shoah ya do. Ya need tah git yer priorities straight, goil, and when ya do, lemme know. See ya latah." Spot stormed off toward Brooklyn. Tachinya sighed. Her world was falling apart before her. Unknown to Tachinya was the snicker of sick pleasure that was uttered in the dark corner of an alley.
+~*~+
Lindsay was sitting at the vanity in her room delicately brushing her long, blonde hair when her aunt stormed into the room.
"Where were you last night?!" she bellowed.
"What? I don't know what you're talking about." Lindsay tried to play dumb.
"Do not play dumb, girl; I know you snuck out." The finely attired woman was red in the face.
"But-"
"Do not try to deny it, Lindsay Marie, you left your wet shoes beside the door." Lindsay dropped her gaze into her lap and sunk into despair. "What? Were you stomping through puddles with that squalid homeless boy of yours?"
Lindsay felt sick. If only she had not stumbled into that puddle last night. "He's not homeless! He's a newsboy and so am I!"
"Not anymore, Lindsay! How many times have I told you that cannot see that boy? You are a respectable girl now, and respectable girls to not consort with scabby boys from the street." Her caustic words cut into Lindsay's heart.
Lindsay stood up and stared her aunt down in defiance. "He's not scabby! I love him!" Lindsay pushed her aunt out of her way and took off down the staircase and out of the house. Little did Lindsay know that she was still in her bedclothes.