Sisterly Love.....
Mattie worked her way through the crowded streets of Manhattan. If she didn't hurry, she'd be late. She was suppose to meet Spot on the Brooklyn Bridge.
*He's going to flip if I'm late,* she thought.
"Shit," she cried as she ran into something and fell back.
"I am so sor....Oh, it is just another streetrat," sneered Megan as she looked down at her sister.
Mattie jumped up quickly upon hearing her sister's voice. "Heya blondie. How's it rollin'?"
Mattie watched in triumph as Megan straightened her shoulders even more and lifted her chin.
"I see you have taken to your new family rather well. From the hideous accent to the careless abuse of your superiors."
"Careless abuse of my superiors?," asked Mattie in disbelief. "Ya can't mean dat."
"Of course I do. Between you and the infamous Jack Kelly, I am surprised that people like me are able to walk these streets everyday."
"Jack? How da ya know Cowboy?"
"Cowboy? Well I guess the name suits him."
"Who cares 'bout his newsie name! How do ya know Jack?"
"I met him the same way we met right now."
"Oh my god! Yer da hoity-toity he was talking about!," she cried out as she began to laugh.
"What is so humerous, Matilda?"
"Oh, nothin', sis. Jist thinkin' 'bout a talk I had wid Cowboy 'bout ya." She paused, her laughter gone. "But why did ya have Jane Eyre? Ya told me not ta read such books."
Megan looked away. "The reason for having a book of that type is not important."
"It's important to me," she asserted, dropping the accent. "Why did you have the book Megan?"
"I would love to stand in the middle of a Manhattan street and converse with you more but I simply must be leaving." Megan tried to step around Mattie but it was impossible.
"Dammit, why can't you just say it? You miss me!," yelled Mattie.
"I do not. I miss the sister who knew her place. The sister who would not tolerate dealing with streetrats!," yelled Megan, losing her composure.
Mattie shook her head before pushing past Megan. "Dat 'sister' never even existed. Yer foolin' yerself Meg. When ya come ta terms wid da truth, let me know." She turned and faced Megan. "Ya know where I live."
Mattie walked away as calmly as possible until she was sure Megan couldn't see her. Sprinting, she arrived at the Brooklyn Bridge only a couple minutes late.
"Where ya been, Tempest?," asked Spot as he calmly lit up a cigarette. Looking up, he noticed the look on Mattie's face. "Spill," he commanded.
"Just Megan," Mattie remarked as she quickly let her expression become blank.
"Yer sister Megan?"
"Yeah, but it's nothing. Don't worry about it."
"Bullshit. I know dat look. What did she say?," asked Spot as he stood up, folding his arms across his chest.
"It's what she didn't say, Spot," Tempest relented. "Look, I don't want to think, let alone talk about it. Let's go eat. I'm starved."
"Alright Temp but ya have ta talk 'bout it sooner or later. If ya don't want ta tell me at least tell Oscar or Sapph, ok?"
"Maybe."
"Don't force me ta make it an order Tempest," warned Spot coldly.
"Alright, alright already. I will talk to Oscar or Sapphire. Now let's eat before I wither away."
Spot chuckled. "Alright, kid. I don't want ya ta get any skinnier."
Tempest forced a smile. "Then let's go."
Mattie worked her way through the crowded streets of Manhattan. If she didn't hurry, she'd be late. She was suppose to meet Spot on the Brooklyn Bridge.
*He's going to flip if I'm late,* she thought.
"Shit," she cried as she ran into something and fell back.
"I am so sor....Oh, it is just another streetrat," sneered Megan as she looked down at her sister.
Mattie jumped up quickly upon hearing her sister's voice. "Heya blondie. How's it rollin'?"
Mattie watched in triumph as Megan straightened her shoulders even more and lifted her chin.
"I see you have taken to your new family rather well. From the hideous accent to the careless abuse of your superiors."
"Careless abuse of my superiors?," asked Mattie in disbelief. "Ya can't mean dat."
"Of course I do. Between you and the infamous Jack Kelly, I am surprised that people like me are able to walk these streets everyday."
"Jack? How da ya know Cowboy?"
"Cowboy? Well I guess the name suits him."
"Who cares 'bout his newsie name! How do ya know Jack?"
"I met him the same way we met right now."
"Oh my god! Yer da hoity-toity he was talking about!," she cried out as she began to laugh.
"What is so humerous, Matilda?"
"Oh, nothin', sis. Jist thinkin' 'bout a talk I had wid Cowboy 'bout ya." She paused, her laughter gone. "But why did ya have Jane Eyre? Ya told me not ta read such books."
Megan looked away. "The reason for having a book of that type is not important."
"It's important to me," she asserted, dropping the accent. "Why did you have the book Megan?"
"I would love to stand in the middle of a Manhattan street and converse with you more but I simply must be leaving." Megan tried to step around Mattie but it was impossible.
"Dammit, why can't you just say it? You miss me!," yelled Mattie.
"I do not. I miss the sister who knew her place. The sister who would not tolerate dealing with streetrats!," yelled Megan, losing her composure.
Mattie shook her head before pushing past Megan. "Dat 'sister' never even existed. Yer foolin' yerself Meg. When ya come ta terms wid da truth, let me know." She turned and faced Megan. "Ya know where I live."
Mattie walked away as calmly as possible until she was sure Megan couldn't see her. Sprinting, she arrived at the Brooklyn Bridge only a couple minutes late.
"Where ya been, Tempest?," asked Spot as he calmly lit up a cigarette. Looking up, he noticed the look on Mattie's face. "Spill," he commanded.
"Just Megan," Mattie remarked as she quickly let her expression become blank.
"Yer sister Megan?"
"Yeah, but it's nothing. Don't worry about it."
"Bullshit. I know dat look. What did she say?," asked Spot as he stood up, folding his arms across his chest.
"It's what she didn't say, Spot," Tempest relented. "Look, I don't want to think, let alone talk about it. Let's go eat. I'm starved."
"Alright Temp but ya have ta talk 'bout it sooner or later. If ya don't want ta tell me at least tell Oscar or Sapph, ok?"
"Maybe."
"Don't force me ta make it an order Tempest," warned Spot coldly.
"Alright, alright already. I will talk to Oscar or Sapphire. Now let's eat before I wither away."
Spot chuckled. "Alright, kid. I don't want ya ta get any skinnier."
Tempest forced a smile. "Then let's go."