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Chapter 8
The next morning she only got 60 papes because her leg was still bothering her. Jack noticed her limping, even though she tried to hide it. After she'd gotten her papes, he pulled her aside "Why ya limping and why did ya get less papes taday."
"It's nothing Jack." She protested.
"Yes it is. What happened?"
"Nothing."
"Something happened. We'se selling together today. Now come on."
"Jack."
"No youse going ta sell wit me."
"Fine." She muttered sullenly.
"Youse can whine all ya want, but yas still coming wit me."
"I said I would Jack, now stop acting like a parent." His lips got tight as if he was trying not to say something and he quickened his pace. Forgetting her limp, he didn't slow down until he was several yards away. She hurried to catch up and he slowed down a bit, but they finally made it to Central Park.
"Sit." He ordered. She complied. "Now what happened?" She didn't answer, just looked at him. He grabbed her by the leg and she yelped in pain. Jack pushed up the leg of her pants and looked at the bruise.
It was a wonderful shade of violet. "Well you did good on this one." He said.
"Thanks." She grimaced. "It was better when I couldn't see how bad it was." Jack laughed then grew serious.
"How'd ya do dat?"
"Remember how I'se said dat Spot pulled me outta da way?" Jack nodded. "Well it was just in time. I wasn't even totally over the rail before da horses thundered by. One of their hooves hit my leg."
"It looks poitty bad. Hows did ya sell all day yesterday?"
"Just did. Wasn't going to stop and prove Spot right."
"Youse have a real problem with Spot don't ya?" Jack laughed.
"Yea, I do. He really bugs me and I keep running into him. I ran into him t'ree times including when I was at da track."
"Spot'll probably end up showing up again." Jack said.
"Why isn't he going back ta Brooklyn?" she questioned aggravated.
"He comes and he goes."
"Let's sell some papes, I'm tired of talking bout Spot Conlon." She got off the bench they were sitting on and started selling. Raven walked a little away so that she and Jack weren't trying to sell to the same people.
A/N: Thanks again to all my reviewers especially my new one Sarah Kate. Please keep reviewing, just hit that little button that says review.
Chapter 8
The next morning she only got 60 papes because her leg was still bothering her. Jack noticed her limping, even though she tried to hide it. After she'd gotten her papes, he pulled her aside "Why ya limping and why did ya get less papes taday."
"It's nothing Jack." She protested.
"Yes it is. What happened?"
"Nothing."
"Something happened. We'se selling together today. Now come on."
"Jack."
"No youse going ta sell wit me."
"Fine." She muttered sullenly.
"Youse can whine all ya want, but yas still coming wit me."
"I said I would Jack, now stop acting like a parent." His lips got tight as if he was trying not to say something and he quickened his pace. Forgetting her limp, he didn't slow down until he was several yards away. She hurried to catch up and he slowed down a bit, but they finally made it to Central Park.
"Sit." He ordered. She complied. "Now what happened?" She didn't answer, just looked at him. He grabbed her by the leg and she yelped in pain. Jack pushed up the leg of her pants and looked at the bruise.
It was a wonderful shade of violet. "Well you did good on this one." He said.
"Thanks." She grimaced. "It was better when I couldn't see how bad it was." Jack laughed then grew serious.
"How'd ya do dat?"
"Remember how I'se said dat Spot pulled me outta da way?" Jack nodded. "Well it was just in time. I wasn't even totally over the rail before da horses thundered by. One of their hooves hit my leg."
"It looks poitty bad. Hows did ya sell all day yesterday?"
"Just did. Wasn't going to stop and prove Spot right."
"Youse have a real problem with Spot don't ya?" Jack laughed.
"Yea, I do. He really bugs me and I keep running into him. I ran into him t'ree times including when I was at da track."
"Spot'll probably end up showing up again." Jack said.
"Why isn't he going back ta Brooklyn?" she questioned aggravated.
"He comes and he goes."
"Let's sell some papes, I'm tired of talking bout Spot Conlon." She got off the bench they were sitting on and started selling. Raven walked a little away so that she and Jack weren't trying to sell to the same people.
A/N: Thanks again to all my reviewers especially my new one Sarah Kate. Please keep reviewing, just hit that little button that says review.