What Dreams Are Made Of

by pixiedust

Chapter 3

a/n- the translations may not be right all the time!

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"How did you know my name?" Angelina asked Sharks as he lead her up the stairs to the bunkroom where there was a noisy poker game going on.

"Ya a' good singah, ya know dat?" he replied

"Uh, thank you, you heard me?"

"Yup, a couple of us went to Medda's instead of the pokah game tonight. Well heah we go," he said and pushed her through the door of the bunkroom.

"Hey Sharks," Spot said a he noticed him walk into the room. "Who's da goil?"

"Actually she's heah ta talk ta youse Spot," Sharks replied.

"Really? Follow me doll," Spot said and Angelina followed him down the stairs where it was quiet. "So whah can I help ya wid?"

"What, you, uh, don't remember me?" Angelina asked

"Should I?"

"Yes, you should. Its me, Angelina."

"Angel? Nah, It can't be," Spot said shocked, suddenly looking at her more closely, realizing how familiar she really looked.

"Mikey? What's wrong? Ho bisogno del suo aiuto (I need your help)." Angelina said, slipping back into Italian.

"What?" Spot asked. "An' don't call me Mikey, nobody does anymoah."

"What I said was I uh, need your help. And why doesn't anyone call you Mikey anymore?"

"Because. Mikey is dead. I'se Spot now. Remember dat. An' why do ya need me help?"

"I need to find Connor. And Frankie," Angelina said

"Well I can help ya find Frankie, 'cos I know exactly weah ya can find him, but I can't help ya find Connor," Spot replied

"Why not?" Angelina asked sounding hurt that he would not help her.

"Angel, I can't. Ya remind me too much a' her. An' it hoits too much. I just can't."

"Fine. Just tell me where to find Frankie." Angelina said in an angry tone and gave Spot an impatient look.

"Angel, don't be mad at me. Please," Spot looked at her with a pleading look in his icy blue eyes. When she did not reply he sighed. "Fine, if Race is still heah I'll have him take ya ta Frankie. But call him Jack. Jack Kelley. Or Cowboy. Not Frankie."

"Fine, I guess Frankie dead too," Angelina said and followed Spot up to the bunkroom where Racetrack was. Spot pulled the Italian aside and muttered to him to take Angelina to Jack.

"Hey, come on goil," Race said to her and the two headed to Manhattan.

"Vado uccidere quel ragazzo la prossima volta lo vedo (I am going to kill that boy the next time I see him)," Angelina muttered to herself while they walked.

"Lei parla l'italiano (You speak Italian)?" Racetrack asked her with a surprised look on his face.

"Sì, ho vissuto in Roma per molti anni (Yes, I lived in Rome for many years)," Angelina said to him.

"Questo è grande. Non ho avuto per che parlare a nell'italiano per tanto tempo (This is great. I haven't had anyone to speak to in Italian for a long time)." The two conversed the rest of the walk in Italian, about nothing in particular.

"Qui siamo. Prenderò il Cricco per lei (Here we are. I'll get Jack for you)," Race said when they arrived at the Lodging House.

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Klover~ I'll work you in as soon as I can! If you have preference between Blink and Spot tell me!

Anyone else who wants to be in here- let me know!

~*~pixiedust~*~