*** A/N -
Lemon Drops - Thank you for your review ( To clear up any confusion about where Sadie is going to be
living, I'll explain. Sadie is staying with her friends Becca and Sam. Sam just got a job as a manager of the
Brooklyn Newsboys new head quarters, so he's moving Becca and their son Daniel into the lodging house.
Sadie is going to be staying with them at the lodging house. I'll try to go over it more carefully to make
sure things don't stay confusing.
Angelfish7- Thank you for your review as well. I explained what is going on above, so hopefully you aren't
as confused anymore. ( I'll be writing more for this story and posting it later tonight. ****
Sadie followed the red head into the building. She recognized pieces of Becca's furniture placed haphazardly around the room. Sam's desk was set up with a ratty ledger and a length of pencil lead to record who stayed and how much they had paid. A boy of about ten was sitting in Sam's chair, feet up on the desk, smoking a cigarette. Becca came clattering down a flight of stairs, holding Daniel in her arms. Her face was flushed, and her hair was coming loose. She looked slightly cross, but she gave Sadie a broad smile before snapping her fingers and glaring at the boy in Sam's chair. The boy amazingly put his feet down and leapt out of the chair with a start.
"I see you've already made it known who wears the pants," Sadie said with a laugh. Becca flopped down into the vacant chair and handed Daniel to Sadie. Exhaling loudly, she looked up.
"I think my husband has gone crazy. To take a job like this where he'll make next to nothing, and agree to live with these.hoodlums. Touched, I tell you. He's definitely touched. Especially to bring you into all this mess when you're trying to get away from boys like these." Sadie shrugged and eyed a pair of 'hoodlums' carrying Daniels bassinet up the stairs, cigarettes dangling out of their mouths.
"It's away from Henry, and frankly you can't honestly say that there would have been enough room at your old place. I'm afraid I was the deciding factor into making you move here." Becca flung a hand away from her in protest and smiled.
"Anything for you m'dear. You're like a sister to me, don't you forget it. HEY! You with the.My God is that a cigar you're smoking? You look like you're seven!. Oh you're nine, how shocking. Don't you dare carry my china up the stairs like that." With that, Becca flung herself up and disappeared behind a small boy carrying a box precariously balanced on his head.
"Ah, Sadie I was hoping you'd be down here. Let me show you around." Sam appeared, followed by Spot. She went to pick up her bags, and realized the red head had probably taken them upstairs. Sam wasn't headed that way though. He was going down a narrow hallway that lead away from the main room. He pointed out the kitchen, a small wash room, and a small room that Sam told Sadie was her's. She peeked in, and saw a mattress resting on box springs with an iron head and base board. It looked like one of the beds from the orphanage. She made a face, and looked up to see Spot watching her, with an amused glint in his eyes. There was a braided cloth rug on the floor, and a battered bureau squatting in the corner underneath a small window. She was surprised to see her bags sitting on the floor beside the bed.
"Come upstairs now." Sam propelled her back the way they came, Spot following silently radiating hostility and indifference. Up the stairs they went, dodging boys left and right. A ruckus coming from the landing they reached indicated that the newsboys were to be inhabiting the second floor. Two rooms were jam packed with beds similar to Sadie's, or a few bunk beds up against walls here and there. The newsboys had obviously already planned on moving into the building a while before they hired Sam on. They looked already settled, with boys lounging on their beds, or playing card games at a table in the center of the room. Sadie noticed a few boys shooting craps in one corner. Sam didn't bat an eye, but kept going down the hallway to where there were two doors. One was a small bedroom that Spot pointedly said was his. The other was another stairway that led to the third floor, which was set up in a small apartment like Sam and Becca had had before. All three floors had their own washrooms, and it was apparent that it had been used as a boarding house before the newsboys took it over.
Sadie jiggled a now sleeping Daniel in her arms, shifting his weight before wrinkling her nose. Thrusting the baby at Sam, she backed away. Sam's nose wrinkled as well, and he laughed.
"Ok Sadie, I won't make you change him. Go get settled and then come up for supper if you want. Spot, you and your boys will be fine I'm assuming?" Spot inclined his head which apparently meant 'Yes' before Sam disappeared up the small flight of stairs to his floor. Spot glanced at Sadie.
"You're a dame, dame's love babies. I'm surpised you didn't want to change him and be all gross about it." Sadie snorted and shook her head.
"Hell no. I love kids, but changing them's a different story. Show's how much you know about 'dames' kid" she shot over her shoulder before flying down the stairs to start putting her things away. She wasn't sure, but she thought she heard a low chuckle behind her as she left.
Lemon Drops - Thank you for your review ( To clear up any confusion about where Sadie is going to be
living, I'll explain. Sadie is staying with her friends Becca and Sam. Sam just got a job as a manager of the
Brooklyn Newsboys new head quarters, so he's moving Becca and their son Daniel into the lodging house.
Sadie is going to be staying with them at the lodging house. I'll try to go over it more carefully to make
sure things don't stay confusing.
Angelfish7- Thank you for your review as well. I explained what is going on above, so hopefully you aren't
as confused anymore. ( I'll be writing more for this story and posting it later tonight. ****
Sadie followed the red head into the building. She recognized pieces of Becca's furniture placed haphazardly around the room. Sam's desk was set up with a ratty ledger and a length of pencil lead to record who stayed and how much they had paid. A boy of about ten was sitting in Sam's chair, feet up on the desk, smoking a cigarette. Becca came clattering down a flight of stairs, holding Daniel in her arms. Her face was flushed, and her hair was coming loose. She looked slightly cross, but she gave Sadie a broad smile before snapping her fingers and glaring at the boy in Sam's chair. The boy amazingly put his feet down and leapt out of the chair with a start.
"I see you've already made it known who wears the pants," Sadie said with a laugh. Becca flopped down into the vacant chair and handed Daniel to Sadie. Exhaling loudly, she looked up.
"I think my husband has gone crazy. To take a job like this where he'll make next to nothing, and agree to live with these.hoodlums. Touched, I tell you. He's definitely touched. Especially to bring you into all this mess when you're trying to get away from boys like these." Sadie shrugged and eyed a pair of 'hoodlums' carrying Daniels bassinet up the stairs, cigarettes dangling out of their mouths.
"It's away from Henry, and frankly you can't honestly say that there would have been enough room at your old place. I'm afraid I was the deciding factor into making you move here." Becca flung a hand away from her in protest and smiled.
"Anything for you m'dear. You're like a sister to me, don't you forget it. HEY! You with the.My God is that a cigar you're smoking? You look like you're seven!. Oh you're nine, how shocking. Don't you dare carry my china up the stairs like that." With that, Becca flung herself up and disappeared behind a small boy carrying a box precariously balanced on his head.
"Ah, Sadie I was hoping you'd be down here. Let me show you around." Sam appeared, followed by Spot. She went to pick up her bags, and realized the red head had probably taken them upstairs. Sam wasn't headed that way though. He was going down a narrow hallway that lead away from the main room. He pointed out the kitchen, a small wash room, and a small room that Sam told Sadie was her's. She peeked in, and saw a mattress resting on box springs with an iron head and base board. It looked like one of the beds from the orphanage. She made a face, and looked up to see Spot watching her, with an amused glint in his eyes. There was a braided cloth rug on the floor, and a battered bureau squatting in the corner underneath a small window. She was surprised to see her bags sitting on the floor beside the bed.
"Come upstairs now." Sam propelled her back the way they came, Spot following silently radiating hostility and indifference. Up the stairs they went, dodging boys left and right. A ruckus coming from the landing they reached indicated that the newsboys were to be inhabiting the second floor. Two rooms were jam packed with beds similar to Sadie's, or a few bunk beds up against walls here and there. The newsboys had obviously already planned on moving into the building a while before they hired Sam on. They looked already settled, with boys lounging on their beds, or playing card games at a table in the center of the room. Sadie noticed a few boys shooting craps in one corner. Sam didn't bat an eye, but kept going down the hallway to where there were two doors. One was a small bedroom that Spot pointedly said was his. The other was another stairway that led to the third floor, which was set up in a small apartment like Sam and Becca had had before. All three floors had their own washrooms, and it was apparent that it had been used as a boarding house before the newsboys took it over.
Sadie jiggled a now sleeping Daniel in her arms, shifting his weight before wrinkling her nose. Thrusting the baby at Sam, she backed away. Sam's nose wrinkled as well, and he laughed.
"Ok Sadie, I won't make you change him. Go get settled and then come up for supper if you want. Spot, you and your boys will be fine I'm assuming?" Spot inclined his head which apparently meant 'Yes' before Sam disappeared up the small flight of stairs to his floor. Spot glanced at Sadie.
"You're a dame, dame's love babies. I'm surpised you didn't want to change him and be all gross about it." Sadie snorted and shook her head.
"Hell no. I love kids, but changing them's a different story. Show's how much you know about 'dames' kid" she shot over her shoulder before flying down the stairs to start putting her things away. She wasn't sure, but she thought she heard a low chuckle behind her as she left.