I laughed. "You get used to the smell," I joked. Jack looked shocked and
amused.
"I didn't know you was a walkin' mouth, goil!"
Raven was amused also. "The name's Raven, and don'tchu fahget it. Pleasuah ta meetcha. So Cowboy, what's dis favah I ain't decided ta do yet?"
"Well, Katie's heah wit us now, and she don't exactly know anythin' about sellin'...so I was wond'rin' if ya could take her around with you taday. Y'know, show her da ropes?" He looked pleadingly at Raven, who was frowning. I could see the smile playing on her lips, though, as she spoke.
"I ain't gonna do dis every time you want a favah, Cowboy, so don't think y'can always ask me!"
His face brightened into a glorious smile and he gave her a friendly pat on the back. "Tanks, Rav, I knew I could count on you!"
"Yeah, yeah," she grumbled as he ran off to join the crowd of guys. She turned to me. "So ya tryin' ya hand at sellin' taday, huh? And wit DOSE clothes? Dat's da foist thing we gotta fix."
I glanced down at myself. "But...this was the only-"
"No, dose ain't gonna woik. Ya look too naive as it is, and we can't have customahs tinkin' dey can take advantage of ya."
"W-What do you mean?" She was making me nervous. First my clothes were all wrong, and now I was naive? How was I ever going to survive? I guess she sensed my fright, because she softened a little.
"But we'll getcha fixed up. Foist we gotta find some clothes...." She looked around a couple times, surveying the boys.
"What are you looking for?" 'She wouldn't be...no, she couldn't possibly think that I would...
"Ah!" Her face brightened. "Deah we go! Hey, Race, get ovah heah for a second!"
I was startled to hear his name, and turned to look where Raven was facing. He was about 10 feet away, talking to Blink, and when Raven called him he looked over and frowned.
"Whadda you want, Raven? An' dis bettah not take all day, I got papes ta sell."
Raven smiled sweetly, which took me by surprise. "Now, don't be like dat, Race, c'mon, won'tcha be a good kid an' do me a favah?"
He glanced at me, then back to her. "So what's dis favah, anyway?" I suddenly felt extremely apprehensive. 'Oh, no, Raven...what are you doing? Not him!'
"Well, ya see, ya friend Katie heah, bein' not from around heah, as I can tell jus' by lookin' at hah, jus' ain't got da propah attire fa sellin' papes." She took a step towards him. "And seein' as you'se two ah somewheah neah da same size, well, I was tinking dat maybe you'd..." She paused, looking from me to him. We were now staring at each other, frowning. At least, I think I was frowning. I was trying to frown, but it was so HARD when I was looking at him...he made me want to smile. "-dat maybe you'd lend hah some clothes." He was still staring. 'Why doesn't he look away?' I thought, getting more apprehensive by the second. 'Why, Raven, WHY? Why did you hafta pick HIM?'
He quickly took his cigar out of his mouth, dropping it on the ground.
"Yeah, sure. Come on, dis way." | | | | | | | | | | |
"I didn't know you was a walkin' mouth, goil!"
Raven was amused also. "The name's Raven, and don'tchu fahget it. Pleasuah ta meetcha. So Cowboy, what's dis favah I ain't decided ta do yet?"
"Well, Katie's heah wit us now, and she don't exactly know anythin' about sellin'...so I was wond'rin' if ya could take her around with you taday. Y'know, show her da ropes?" He looked pleadingly at Raven, who was frowning. I could see the smile playing on her lips, though, as she spoke.
"I ain't gonna do dis every time you want a favah, Cowboy, so don't think y'can always ask me!"
His face brightened into a glorious smile and he gave her a friendly pat on the back. "Tanks, Rav, I knew I could count on you!"
"Yeah, yeah," she grumbled as he ran off to join the crowd of guys. She turned to me. "So ya tryin' ya hand at sellin' taday, huh? And wit DOSE clothes? Dat's da foist thing we gotta fix."
I glanced down at myself. "But...this was the only-"
"No, dose ain't gonna woik. Ya look too naive as it is, and we can't have customahs tinkin' dey can take advantage of ya."
"W-What do you mean?" She was making me nervous. First my clothes were all wrong, and now I was naive? How was I ever going to survive? I guess she sensed my fright, because she softened a little.
"But we'll getcha fixed up. Foist we gotta find some clothes...." She looked around a couple times, surveying the boys.
"What are you looking for?" 'She wouldn't be...no, she couldn't possibly think that I would...
"Ah!" Her face brightened. "Deah we go! Hey, Race, get ovah heah for a second!"
I was startled to hear his name, and turned to look where Raven was facing. He was about 10 feet away, talking to Blink, and when Raven called him he looked over and frowned.
"Whadda you want, Raven? An' dis bettah not take all day, I got papes ta sell."
Raven smiled sweetly, which took me by surprise. "Now, don't be like dat, Race, c'mon, won'tcha be a good kid an' do me a favah?"
He glanced at me, then back to her. "So what's dis favah, anyway?" I suddenly felt extremely apprehensive. 'Oh, no, Raven...what are you doing? Not him!'
"Well, ya see, ya friend Katie heah, bein' not from around heah, as I can tell jus' by lookin' at hah, jus' ain't got da propah attire fa sellin' papes." She took a step towards him. "And seein' as you'se two ah somewheah neah da same size, well, I was tinking dat maybe you'd..." She paused, looking from me to him. We were now staring at each other, frowning. At least, I think I was frowning. I was trying to frown, but it was so HARD when I was looking at him...he made me want to smile. "-dat maybe you'd lend hah some clothes." He was still staring. 'Why doesn't he look away?' I thought, getting more apprehensive by the second. 'Why, Raven, WHY? Why did you hafta pick HIM?'
He quickly took his cigar out of his mouth, dropping it on the ground.
"Yeah, sure. Come on, dis way." | | | | | | | | | | |