The next morning I found out the Sweetz and Mush had gotten into a huge fight last night and were no longer together.
Sweetz was telling me all about it and that she never wanted to see "that bastard" again. You could tell by Mush's behavior, he felt similarly. It was sorta sad to see them break up, but I had no time to be sympathetic today-I had to take on Brooklyn-no easy task. Rocket wasn't happy about going back, but I told her I would convince Spot to let her stay here, or help her escape and hide.
When we arrived at Brooklyn, Spot was happy to see her and tried to give her a hug, but she pushed him away and didn't stick around to talk, she left that up to me.
"She been dere the whole time?" Spot asked looking to me.
"Yea" I said, "She likes Race." I let that sink in for a second.
"She wants to move into Manhattan, Spot."
"No way, Bounce, she's staying here."
"Why do yas need her? Youse evidently like Faithe anyway."
Spot sighed, "Ise don't like Faithe, she ain't really my type yea know what Ise mean?"
"And Rocket is?" I challenged.
"No, but she ain't moving ta Manhattan! Ise won't allow it."
"Youse can't control her Spot. And if youse keep her here, she'll hate you and run away again. Youse can't break her and you never will. She don't care if your Spot Conlon or not."
Spot smiled slightly to himself, "You know who youse just described? Youse just described a goil newsie by da name a' Bounce Kelly."
I almost hit him for saying that aloud, but I had to admit, it had a nice ring to it. I managed to recover my senses and respond,
"Think about it Conlon? Do yas really want her ta hate yas?"
Before another word could be said a smaller boy newsie came running up shouting wildly,
"SPOT! SPOT! Da Delaney's got a bunch a guys tagedda and just soaked Jack Kelly!"
Spot's jaw dropped, my fists tightened, and I turned to leave. Spot reached out and grabbed my arm,
"Bounce, yas know dat if dey just soaked Jack, deys definitely gonna be afta youse." I pulled my arm away,
"Do yas tink Ise care Spot? Besides, dey ain't noting Ise can't handle." I started away.
"De'll break yas Bounce!!" he called after.
"No one can break Bounce Kelly!" I shouted back. And it was true. And if someone had hurt Jack, I was gonna hurt them, and hurt them bad!
Sweetz was telling me all about it and that she never wanted to see "that bastard" again. You could tell by Mush's behavior, he felt similarly. It was sorta sad to see them break up, but I had no time to be sympathetic today-I had to take on Brooklyn-no easy task. Rocket wasn't happy about going back, but I told her I would convince Spot to let her stay here, or help her escape and hide.
When we arrived at Brooklyn, Spot was happy to see her and tried to give her a hug, but she pushed him away and didn't stick around to talk, she left that up to me.
"She been dere the whole time?" Spot asked looking to me.
"Yea" I said, "She likes Race." I let that sink in for a second.
"She wants to move into Manhattan, Spot."
"No way, Bounce, she's staying here."
"Why do yas need her? Youse evidently like Faithe anyway."
Spot sighed, "Ise don't like Faithe, she ain't really my type yea know what Ise mean?"
"And Rocket is?" I challenged.
"No, but she ain't moving ta Manhattan! Ise won't allow it."
"Youse can't control her Spot. And if youse keep her here, she'll hate you and run away again. Youse can't break her and you never will. She don't care if your Spot Conlon or not."
Spot smiled slightly to himself, "You know who youse just described? Youse just described a goil newsie by da name a' Bounce Kelly."
I almost hit him for saying that aloud, but I had to admit, it had a nice ring to it. I managed to recover my senses and respond,
"Think about it Conlon? Do yas really want her ta hate yas?"
Before another word could be said a smaller boy newsie came running up shouting wildly,
"SPOT! SPOT! Da Delaney's got a bunch a guys tagedda and just soaked Jack Kelly!"
Spot's jaw dropped, my fists tightened, and I turned to leave. Spot reached out and grabbed my arm,
"Bounce, yas know dat if dey just soaked Jack, deys definitely gonna be afta youse." I pulled my arm away,
"Do yas tink Ise care Spot? Besides, dey ain't noting Ise can't handle." I started away.
"De'll break yas Bounce!!" he called after.
"No one can break Bounce Kelly!" I shouted back. And it was true. And if someone had hurt Jack, I was gonna hurt them, and hurt them bad!