"Yer really good at cards." Spyder said as Racetrack walked her out onto the street. The games had lasted until eleven o'clock and Racetrack had faired very well.
"I think ya brought me luck." Racetrack complimented.
"I had fun, but I bettah git home." Spyder liked Racetrack plenty, but she did not want to involve him in her crazy life.
"I wanna see ya again. Do ya wanna go tah dah tracks wit me tahmarrah?" Racetrack spoke eagerly. "I got plenty ah money tah bet." He jingled his pockets full of change.
Spyder could not resist the boy's dark eyes that she gazed down into for a moment. "I guess dat'll be okay."
Racetrack smiled. "Great! Are ya sellin' Dah Woild tahmarrah?"
"Well, I wasn't plannin' tah, but I guess I can." She shrugged.
Race was curious. "Do ya mind if I ask ya why ya don't sell papes everyday?"
"Well, headline hawkin' is jist a side job fer me-helps pay dah bills, so tah speak."
"Well, what's yer main job?" Race inquired.
"Nothin' too important." She smiled, obviously not wanting to divulge anything further. "I'll see ya tahmarrah, Race." Spyder smiled and walked south down Broadway.