"Jus some advice, talk te yer fatha an tell im bout yer life. Mebe afta he won't make ye marry some scabba. Ye ain't gotta tell everythin, jus de basics, ye know whudd ye like an stuff an mebe he'll be reasonable."

"But whudd if he ain't?"

"Ye neva know till ye try."

With that Sketch left the room. I think he was afraid what ever was going to happen would hurt everyone. Mostly Spot.

"Ye done talking wid Sketch already?" Spot asked walking in.

"Yea., we didn't talk bout much."

"But it must've been important if he told ye befora he waned te talk wid ye."

"It was bout me fatha an whudd I'm gonna do when I see im."

"So yer gonna talk wid im?"

"Basically."

"Good cuz no one desoives te be forced inte marryin anyone." Spot sat with me and held me. "Like I said befora, I ain't loosin ye."

After a while we went to bed, but Spot slept with me because I didn't want to be alone. I woke up several times during the night after dreaming of my father taking me away.

I woke up any got dressed and ready to leave. Spot was sleeping peacefully until I jumped on the bed after getting ready.

"C'mon Wake up! I ain't strong enough te dump ye in a tub o' icy wata!"

"Alright I'm getting up." he answered sleepily.

It took a while but he got up and got ready too. We went to the harbor to sell our papes. Frit came along and we told him about my father. We knew we could trust him to not say anything just yet. We wanted to wait to tell everyone.

"So yer sayin he's comin te take ye back?"

"Exactly, 'cept he's also gonna have me marry some old rich guy too."

"An de bad thing bout dat is?.."

"Aww c'mon. ye know I don wanna leave! Or get married te some guy I don even know!"

"Look at de bright side, if he makes ye at least ye'd be betta off den we are."

"Whudd she's sayin is she don wanna marry im. An she don wanna leave us most o' all. Besides she don even know her own fatha. He's not takin her odda broddas, only her." Spot helped.

"Look, I know whudd yer say Angel. But if ye can't help it den ye gots te try an make de best of it. I mean now if you an Spot hea were te get married den dat odda guy can't really marry ye can he?"

"Wait I minute!" I stopped to think.

"Oohh now ye don it Frit!" Spot yelled at him.

"Whudd I say?"

"Hold on, I ain't sayin we actually gots te get married, jus let em think it. Den mebe dey'll back off."

"Angel I know how yer feelin cuz I feel it too. Remeba whudd we promised each odda night? Not te mention ye brodda would kill me an Frit if he hoid bout dis. I promise no matta whudd we will always be tageda, but dis ain't de way te do it."

"Yer right." I sighed.

"C'mon lets jus sell our papes." Frit suggested.

We sold the rest of the day. I wondered if maybe I tricked my father into thinking I was married, it might make him leave. But then there was the possibility that he might not care if I was or wasn't. Maybe he found someone he thought I might want to marry.

"Angel!" Bailey called out my name once we got to the restaurant.

"Bailey!" I shouted as she came to hug me. "Whudd er ye doin hea?"

"Heya Angel." Jack said from behind me.

"An whudd er you doin hea?"

"Well I thought mebe since Bailey wanned te see ye dat I'd drop her off hea. I gotta get back te de oddas though."

"So yer just gonna leave her hea. Ye know de guys hea ain't to trustin if derres a goil hea dat ain't got a guy wid her."

"Well she an you can be Spot's till I get back. He can be trusted, an so can she."

"Have ye eaten yet?" Spot asked Bailey.

"No we just got hea."

"Good, c'mon Angel." Spot pulled me away to follow Bailey to a booth.

"Does anyone hea know bout yer fatha yet?" Bailey asked sitting across from me and Spot.

"Well only Frit has been told since we got back. I hope he hasn't told anyone. We were gonna wait te tell em."

"Angel I think ye might wanna get it ova widt befora it's too late. Ye should tell em while I'm hea."

"I know, I know. But I don want em te act weird round me an all. If I tell em now dey might act weird round me till it's our boithday."

"I guess yer right on dat. But whudd if dey don act weird round ye. It's not always one sided ye know."

"But den when should I tell em?"

"How bout now?" Bailey asked giving Spot a wink.

"Hold up a sec! I hope ye ain't planning anything! I know dat smirk when I see it Spot!" I warned giving him an evil stare.

"Me? Naw why would ye say dat?" he grinned even wider.

"Cuz. I know yer up te something!"

"Well now dat ye mention it! Hey everyone! Listen up! When we get back te de Lodgin House me an Angel hea gots te tell ye something important. Its fine if ye don't wanna help but if she's taken away cuz no one helped I'm soak alla ye!" Spot shouted.

"Spot!" I yelled noticing everyone starring.

Frit looked a bit surprised and walked over. "Ye ain't telling em bout yer fatha are ye?"

"Well now thanks te Spot I'm gonna have te."

"Look don't be afraid te tell em. I'll be derre right beside ye promise. Ye ain't gotta do dis by yerself, yer me goil. An I gotta pretect ye." he said hugging me.

"He's right Angel. I'll be derre too. Ye ain't gotta worry bout a thing." Bailey smiled at me.

"Well de I guess dat answas it." Frit turned to leave but stopped. "Oh an just te let ye know. Ye got an audience wid someone I know Spot wants te kill." then he left.

Spot looked around and then spotted who Frit was talking about. It was R.T. starring at us. His face showed no expression but I could tell he wasn't too happy. Just when he looked at me Spot broke our contact by giving me a deep kiss.

"Excuse me, but how long are ye planning on doin dat?" Bailey asked laughing.

Spot looked at her and smiled. "Ye can leave if ye wanna."

"I thought I might wanna stay a while, an ye know, accompany Angel hea. But if ye want I can let ye get back te lip lockin?"