Laces walked down the street proudly until reality struck. Where could she
find a new job? She couldn't sow worth beans, she couldn't cook without
someone there helping, she couldn't sing or act or dance at all, so what
was there to do? She made her way to Tibby's, thoughts streaming through
her head. The boys were just leaving. Most were talking about a rally
that would hopefully take place. She walked towards Boots, Jack, Blink,
and Spot as they headed out the door.
"Heya Boots." She greeted.
"Hey Laces! Laces, dis is Spot. He's from Brooklyn. Spot, dis is Laces. We'se was bootblacks before."
"Gee, I know Boots. I was dere today ya know." She joked. Spot looked at her quizzically.
"So, youse da goil dat was dere today, eh?"
"Yeah, I'se guess I couldn't help myself from joinin youse guys."
"Laces, why do youse have flour all over ya?" Jack laughed.
"Well, it's a long story but I'll sum it up. I ain't woikin' at da Carlson's no more."
"Why is dat?" Boots asked.
"Boots. Lookie me. I'se dressed like a boy and I'se got a giant bruise 'ere. Mrs. Carlson doesn't want no doity street rat woikin' for 'er. Sides, it was about time I got outta dat place."
"So, where are youse goin' ta woik now?"
"See, dat's da problem. I'se can't figure nothing out."
"Well, youse could always be a newsie." Blink volunteered. The others gave him a look. "Of course, aftah da strike ends and everythin'. . . if it ends. . "
"Well, no offense or nuthin, but I'se want ta woik somewhere steady. I don't wanna hafta depend on no writers to see if I can sell a few papes. Sides, you think I wanna hang around youse all day?" She joked, emphasizing the "all."
(AN: Of course, we ALL know she would have loved to be a newsie and stay with the boys. **wink, wink**)
"So, what can ya do? Can ya cook?" Jack said.
"Nope."
"Sing?" Spot asked.
"Sure, If youse like people runnin' away, shouting curses at me."
"Sow?" Boots inquired.
"You evah see me sow before? Listen, I tried once and all I'se did was ruin da dress and hurt my hands."
"You could get someone to teach you." Blink said.
"Like who?"
"Well, I dunno." He replied.
"Well, all I know is I hafta figure somethin' out soon. I'll see youse guys latah, all right?" Laces walked away, thinking about what she could do. Well, at least she could get the debt paid, but this meant she had to do something she hoped she wouldn't have to. It was time to visit her brother's apartment and get what was her's. . . .
AN: Normally, I would write more for this chapter, but I have to get off the computer, . . . yeah, I know it was a boring chapter. I couldn't help myself.
"Heya Boots." She greeted.
"Hey Laces! Laces, dis is Spot. He's from Brooklyn. Spot, dis is Laces. We'se was bootblacks before."
"Gee, I know Boots. I was dere today ya know." She joked. Spot looked at her quizzically.
"So, youse da goil dat was dere today, eh?"
"Yeah, I'se guess I couldn't help myself from joinin youse guys."
"Laces, why do youse have flour all over ya?" Jack laughed.
"Well, it's a long story but I'll sum it up. I ain't woikin' at da Carlson's no more."
"Why is dat?" Boots asked.
"Boots. Lookie me. I'se dressed like a boy and I'se got a giant bruise 'ere. Mrs. Carlson doesn't want no doity street rat woikin' for 'er. Sides, it was about time I got outta dat place."
"So, where are youse goin' ta woik now?"
"See, dat's da problem. I'se can't figure nothing out."
"Well, youse could always be a newsie." Blink volunteered. The others gave him a look. "Of course, aftah da strike ends and everythin'. . . if it ends. . "
"Well, no offense or nuthin, but I'se want ta woik somewhere steady. I don't wanna hafta depend on no writers to see if I can sell a few papes. Sides, you think I wanna hang around youse all day?" She joked, emphasizing the "all."
(AN: Of course, we ALL know she would have loved to be a newsie and stay with the boys. **wink, wink**)
"So, what can ya do? Can ya cook?" Jack said.
"Nope."
"Sing?" Spot asked.
"Sure, If youse like people runnin' away, shouting curses at me."
"Sow?" Boots inquired.
"You evah see me sow before? Listen, I tried once and all I'se did was ruin da dress and hurt my hands."
"You could get someone to teach you." Blink said.
"Like who?"
"Well, I dunno." He replied.
"Well, all I know is I hafta figure somethin' out soon. I'll see youse guys latah, all right?" Laces walked away, thinking about what she could do. Well, at least she could get the debt paid, but this meant she had to do something she hoped she wouldn't have to. It was time to visit her brother's apartment and get what was her's. . . .
AN: Normally, I would write more for this chapter, but I have to get off the computer, . . . yeah, I know it was a boring chapter. I couldn't help myself.