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Race couldn't believe what had come out of her mouth. He didn't have any thought or even will to say something of...comfort...anything, really. He just stared into her bright amethyst eyes and then went inside. She followed him, catching his arm. "Race, please don't say anything to him yet...it's why I didn't want to tell you. Please?"
He shrugged and continued inside. Then, on a sudden tirade, he turned to look at her. "Why? I thought ya made a vow about dat!"
She glanced at the ground. "I did...but I...I...I gave it up to him. He loves me Race! He wants to marry me!"
Race laughed. "Ya think he really does? Ya ain't heard da rumors yet den...he been out an' around town Sara."
"What is that supposed to mean, Anthony Higgens?!"
"He's cheatin' on ya! Take a look at da factahs in it, kid! He goes out sellin' every aftahnoon without you, he don't come home sometimes, and he's distant all da time! He's bein' a cheat!"
Sara glared at him. "He would never do that to me! He loves me!"
Race scoffed. "Think what ya want, but when ya find out; don't come cryin' ta me!"
She clenched her fists, turned on her heel, and tore out of Manhattan. She had tears staining her cheeks as she burst into the Lodging House. Shots looked up.
"Sara? What happened?" He put his hands on her shoulders. "Ya awright?"
"No! I want you to tell me if the rumors are true. Tell me right now! You know what I'm talking about. YOU KNOW!" She brought her fists down on his arms and they dropped to his sides.
He gazed at her. "What? I dunno what ya talkin' 'bout."
"Please, Shots. I need to know. I need to know if he really is...is...doing that."
"Doin' what?!"
"Don't make me say it."
"Huh?"
"I don't want to say it!"
"Den I can't help ya 'cause I don't know what da hell ya talkin' bout!"
"Is he cheating on me, Shots?"
Shots stared at her. Then he started laughing. "Sara, ya paranoid! He would nevah do dat! He loves ya!"
Sara breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you so much!" Then she ran upstairs to the spare room that Spot usually spent his time in. She looked around. He was sitting in the corner staring at something, a piece of paper, and his cheeks were a blotchy red color. She sat down next to him. "Are you alright?"
His head snapped up. He shrugged. "I'm awright...I guess."
"What's the paper?"
"A letter from my muddah's sistah. My Aunt, I guess. She says I have...I have a disorder dat my muddah nevah told me about..."
Sara's eyes widened and she caught his hand. "What is it?" She asked anxiously.
He blinked. "Da same thing she has. Somethin' 'bout hearin' voices. I don't though an' it means Ace could have it too an' I gotta tell him about it."
Sara breathed heavily. "I guess it's time for secret telling then. Do you want to know mine?"
Spot looked up and smiled weakly. He knew what she was going to say and it scared him, but made him happy at the same time. He loved her and would do anything for her. "Sure I wanna heah it."
She smirked. "Well, I don't know if you'll like it. I want to ask you something first."
"Yeah anything."
"I want you to answer honestly."
"I will."
"Alright. Would you ever...wait, let me rephrase that...have you ever...cheated on me?"
Spot's icy cerulean eyes turned even colder. "Why would ya even think that?!"
Sara reverted her gaze. "I heard a rumor."
"Rumors ain't always true. No, I would nevah, have nevah, done dat!"
"I'm sorry for asking then. I shouldn't have doubted you."
Spot shrugged. "Do ya think I'm crazy, Sara?"
She shook her head vigorously. "No, I know you aren't crazy! Just because your mother said you had it doesn't mean you do. She could have heard that you were sick from her 'voices'. Even if you were, I wouldn't care. I wouldn't...couldn't leave you."
Spot smiled. "I love ya, Sara."
"I love you too."
"Now what was da secret you was tryin' ta tell me?"
"I...I...don't get angry when you hear this. I need to see a Doctor."
Spot sat up. Maybe the secret was different from what he and Thomas had imagined. "Why? Ya sick? Ya gonna be fine right? Ya ain't dyin'? Ya can't!"
She giggled. "No, I'm not dying...I don't think. I think I might be...uhh...I don't know how to tell you this!"
"Just speak English an' I'm sure you'll get ya point across."
"I think I might be pregnant...and the baby would be your's."
He sat back. "That's what I thought. I knew ya weren't bein normal."
She gaped. "You're calm! You're not angry or worried or anything! I thought you'd get mad at me!"
He looked skeptically at her. "Why? It ain't a bad thing is it? An' da last time I checked it took two people ta make a baby. I just happen ta be da second person."
Sara threw her arms around him. "Most men get mad at girls for that though. You didn't get mad."
"Well, I don't. An' I am worried. Women die havin' babies a lot, Sara. I wouldn't be able ta live without ya."
"I won't die." Then she stood up. "C'mon. We have things to do."
"Like what?"
"Tell Ace and Shots and go to bed."
"I dunno if we should tell 'em."
"I told Race by accident today..."
Spot shrugged. "It ain't like it mattahs or nothin...I'm just not sure how dey'll take it."
Sara smiled. She felt like a huge weight had been lifted from her conscience and that everything was okay now. She wanted to dance and sing and be sad at the same time. "Well, lets see what they say then, shall we?"
"Whatevah ya say den Sara."
Race couldn't believe what had come out of her mouth. He didn't have any thought or even will to say something of...comfort...anything, really. He just stared into her bright amethyst eyes and then went inside. She followed him, catching his arm. "Race, please don't say anything to him yet...it's why I didn't want to tell you. Please?"
He shrugged and continued inside. Then, on a sudden tirade, he turned to look at her. "Why? I thought ya made a vow about dat!"
She glanced at the ground. "I did...but I...I...I gave it up to him. He loves me Race! He wants to marry me!"
Race laughed. "Ya think he really does? Ya ain't heard da rumors yet den...he been out an' around town Sara."
"What is that supposed to mean, Anthony Higgens?!"
"He's cheatin' on ya! Take a look at da factahs in it, kid! He goes out sellin' every aftahnoon without you, he don't come home sometimes, and he's distant all da time! He's bein' a cheat!"
Sara glared at him. "He would never do that to me! He loves me!"
Race scoffed. "Think what ya want, but when ya find out; don't come cryin' ta me!"
She clenched her fists, turned on her heel, and tore out of Manhattan. She had tears staining her cheeks as she burst into the Lodging House. Shots looked up.
"Sara? What happened?" He put his hands on her shoulders. "Ya awright?"
"No! I want you to tell me if the rumors are true. Tell me right now! You know what I'm talking about. YOU KNOW!" She brought her fists down on his arms and they dropped to his sides.
He gazed at her. "What? I dunno what ya talkin' 'bout."
"Please, Shots. I need to know. I need to know if he really is...is...doing that."
"Doin' what?!"
"Don't make me say it."
"Huh?"
"I don't want to say it!"
"Den I can't help ya 'cause I don't know what da hell ya talkin' bout!"
"Is he cheating on me, Shots?"
Shots stared at her. Then he started laughing. "Sara, ya paranoid! He would nevah do dat! He loves ya!"
Sara breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you so much!" Then she ran upstairs to the spare room that Spot usually spent his time in. She looked around. He was sitting in the corner staring at something, a piece of paper, and his cheeks were a blotchy red color. She sat down next to him. "Are you alright?"
His head snapped up. He shrugged. "I'm awright...I guess."
"What's the paper?"
"A letter from my muddah's sistah. My Aunt, I guess. She says I have...I have a disorder dat my muddah nevah told me about..."
Sara's eyes widened and she caught his hand. "What is it?" She asked anxiously.
He blinked. "Da same thing she has. Somethin' 'bout hearin' voices. I don't though an' it means Ace could have it too an' I gotta tell him about it."
Sara breathed heavily. "I guess it's time for secret telling then. Do you want to know mine?"
Spot looked up and smiled weakly. He knew what she was going to say and it scared him, but made him happy at the same time. He loved her and would do anything for her. "Sure I wanna heah it."
She smirked. "Well, I don't know if you'll like it. I want to ask you something first."
"Yeah anything."
"I want you to answer honestly."
"I will."
"Alright. Would you ever...wait, let me rephrase that...have you ever...cheated on me?"
Spot's icy cerulean eyes turned even colder. "Why would ya even think that?!"
Sara reverted her gaze. "I heard a rumor."
"Rumors ain't always true. No, I would nevah, have nevah, done dat!"
"I'm sorry for asking then. I shouldn't have doubted you."
Spot shrugged. "Do ya think I'm crazy, Sara?"
She shook her head vigorously. "No, I know you aren't crazy! Just because your mother said you had it doesn't mean you do. She could have heard that you were sick from her 'voices'. Even if you were, I wouldn't care. I wouldn't...couldn't leave you."
Spot smiled. "I love ya, Sara."
"I love you too."
"Now what was da secret you was tryin' ta tell me?"
"I...I...don't get angry when you hear this. I need to see a Doctor."
Spot sat up. Maybe the secret was different from what he and Thomas had imagined. "Why? Ya sick? Ya gonna be fine right? Ya ain't dyin'? Ya can't!"
She giggled. "No, I'm not dying...I don't think. I think I might be...uhh...I don't know how to tell you this!"
"Just speak English an' I'm sure you'll get ya point across."
"I think I might be pregnant...and the baby would be your's."
He sat back. "That's what I thought. I knew ya weren't bein normal."
She gaped. "You're calm! You're not angry or worried or anything! I thought you'd get mad at me!"
He looked skeptically at her. "Why? It ain't a bad thing is it? An' da last time I checked it took two people ta make a baby. I just happen ta be da second person."
Sara threw her arms around him. "Most men get mad at girls for that though. You didn't get mad."
"Well, I don't. An' I am worried. Women die havin' babies a lot, Sara. I wouldn't be able ta live without ya."
"I won't die." Then she stood up. "C'mon. We have things to do."
"Like what?"
"Tell Ace and Shots and go to bed."
"I dunno if we should tell 'em."
"I told Race by accident today..."
Spot shrugged. "It ain't like it mattahs or nothin...I'm just not sure how dey'll take it."
Sara smiled. She felt like a huge weight had been lifted from her conscience and that everything was okay now. She wanted to dance and sing and be sad at the same time. "Well, lets see what they say then, shall we?"
"Whatevah ya say den Sara."