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Sara smiled as Jaws and Striker rambled on about things that were going on Manhattan. She didn't really hear them. It was the fact that Mellie was probably somewhere with Spot that she processed.
"Sara, he'll chose ya. He ain't like dat anymore..."
Sara looked up and nodded. "I don't know."
Ace leaned across the table. "Now ya know I'm exactly like him, so if it was me in dat position, I'd chose da goil I was wit at time. Da oddah one walked out his life and he moved on. It ain't ya fault an' he can't take it out on ya."
Jack grinned in agreement. "I know Spot an' dat sounds like what he'd do."
"Are you sure? Because I don't know what I'd do without him...not now."
Striker caught Ace's eyes as Sara said this and gave him a questioning look. He shrugged.
"C'mon Sara. Let's go have some fun!" Race pulled her away from the window she had been seated by. He dragged her out of the building. "What do ya keep talkin' bout in dere? 'I don't know what I'd do without him...not now.' What does dat mean, 'Not now.' It sounds like ya did know and ya forgot or somethin'."
"Its nothing Racetrack. I just wasn't as attached to him then as I am now. I love him."
"We know ya do. We all do."
"No, no you don't. When he's not around its like having part of me missing. It hurts."
"I understand. I've loved too."
"Not like this. This is weird. If he asked I'd marry him or die for him. Anything he wants I'll do. As long as he doesn't go back to Mellie."
"He won't. Ya probably got him worried sick bein gone so long. Why don't we go pay ol' Conlon a visit?"
Sara laughed. "Sure why not."
The two continued walking toward Brooklyn and talking at the same time. They had always been closer than most friends were. Racetrack had saved Sara's life when she ran away. They reached the Lodging House within the hour.
Sara pushed the door open and smiled at Thomas. "Hey Tom. Where's Spot?"
"Upstairs in the sick room. He's got boys looking for you Little Bird."
She nodded and took the steps two at a time until she reached the door. She pressed it open slowly and motioned for Race to stay in the hall.
Spot was lying face down on the bed, perfectly still though her heard her enter.
"Kyle...? Are you alright?"
He turned quickly. "Sara?! Where in hell have ya been?! I was sick worryin where ya were!"
She sat down next to him and kissed his cheek. "Manhattan. I went to see Ace and Racetrack. He's outside in the hall..."
"Why'd ya run? I wanted ya ta stay."
"You did? I thought you'd want me to leave because Mellie left. I just didn't know so I left."
"I want ya ta stay! I thought we been through dis? I'm choosin you."
"I didn't think you would..."
"Ya look sick."
"I am sick."
"What's wrong wit ya?"
"Dizzy."
"Lay down." He stood up and pushed her backward. "When ya get sick?"
"I don't know. It's probably stress. I threw-up this morning..." She whispered, dropping a hint.
"Oh. Ya should see a doctor. Ya could be real sick. Want me ta get Thomas?"
"No. I'll be fine soon."
"Okay..." He kissed her and left to see Race.
"Hey Spot. Ya really scarin her," Race started.
"Ya don't have ta tell me dat. I knew."
Sara smiled as Jaws and Striker rambled on about things that were going on Manhattan. She didn't really hear them. It was the fact that Mellie was probably somewhere with Spot that she processed.
"Sara, he'll chose ya. He ain't like dat anymore..."
Sara looked up and nodded. "I don't know."
Ace leaned across the table. "Now ya know I'm exactly like him, so if it was me in dat position, I'd chose da goil I was wit at time. Da oddah one walked out his life and he moved on. It ain't ya fault an' he can't take it out on ya."
Jack grinned in agreement. "I know Spot an' dat sounds like what he'd do."
"Are you sure? Because I don't know what I'd do without him...not now."
Striker caught Ace's eyes as Sara said this and gave him a questioning look. He shrugged.
"C'mon Sara. Let's go have some fun!" Race pulled her away from the window she had been seated by. He dragged her out of the building. "What do ya keep talkin' bout in dere? 'I don't know what I'd do without him...not now.' What does dat mean, 'Not now.' It sounds like ya did know and ya forgot or somethin'."
"Its nothing Racetrack. I just wasn't as attached to him then as I am now. I love him."
"We know ya do. We all do."
"No, no you don't. When he's not around its like having part of me missing. It hurts."
"I understand. I've loved too."
"Not like this. This is weird. If he asked I'd marry him or die for him. Anything he wants I'll do. As long as he doesn't go back to Mellie."
"He won't. Ya probably got him worried sick bein gone so long. Why don't we go pay ol' Conlon a visit?"
Sara laughed. "Sure why not."
The two continued walking toward Brooklyn and talking at the same time. They had always been closer than most friends were. Racetrack had saved Sara's life when she ran away. They reached the Lodging House within the hour.
Sara pushed the door open and smiled at Thomas. "Hey Tom. Where's Spot?"
"Upstairs in the sick room. He's got boys looking for you Little Bird."
She nodded and took the steps two at a time until she reached the door. She pressed it open slowly and motioned for Race to stay in the hall.
Spot was lying face down on the bed, perfectly still though her heard her enter.
"Kyle...? Are you alright?"
He turned quickly. "Sara?! Where in hell have ya been?! I was sick worryin where ya were!"
She sat down next to him and kissed his cheek. "Manhattan. I went to see Ace and Racetrack. He's outside in the hall..."
"Why'd ya run? I wanted ya ta stay."
"You did? I thought you'd want me to leave because Mellie left. I just didn't know so I left."
"I want ya ta stay! I thought we been through dis? I'm choosin you."
"I didn't think you would..."
"Ya look sick."
"I am sick."
"What's wrong wit ya?"
"Dizzy."
"Lay down." He stood up and pushed her backward. "When ya get sick?"
"I don't know. It's probably stress. I threw-up this morning..." She whispered, dropping a hint.
"Oh. Ya should see a doctor. Ya could be real sick. Want me ta get Thomas?"
"No. I'll be fine soon."
"Okay..." He kissed her and left to see Race.
"Hey Spot. Ya really scarin her," Race started.
"Ya don't have ta tell me dat. I knew."