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-Chapter 4-
Red's POV
I walked with him, hand in hand, to the distribution office that morning. It didn't seem any different than any other day.
I always walked hand in hand with him, just this was one of the rare mornings where I awoke to find him in the same place as me. My brother would never let me spend the night with him at his lodging house, not that I ever asked, but I knew there was no need to.
I have never walked with him from the Manhattan Lodging House to the distribution office before, but it was a trend I was rather enjoying. In my mind I knew something was the matter with him, his mind wasn't in the same place as the rest of his body.
I wasn't sure if I should ask him about it just then. My head was arguing with itself if I should bring it up.
I came to a verdict to leave the matter alone, and save it for later, not to ruin the day. I wish I would have known that it being on my mind all day was going to be worse then the two of us in an informal quarrel, feeling awkward all day.
I felt a hand on my shoulder and I snapped my head around to find Mush.
"Good Morning Mush," I said to him, removing his hand from my shoulder.
"Mornin' Red," he replied with a grin, "nice weather we're having, ain't it?"
"Oh yea Mush, great selling conditions," I said rolling my eyes, "it's really great how we can't see customers more than a block away."
"And that's gonna stop you?" he asked me, raising his eyebrows. I shrugged my shoulders
"Let's go, kiddo," he said, running ahead of me. But he moved too slowly because I still managed to kick him. He stumbled a little but kept on running. I hated it when he called me that, I was seventeen years old, the same age as him.
Ignoring Mush, I turned my attention to my hand, still being held by him. I raised my head and looked into his eyes. He was looking down, staring at the uneven cobblestones.
I put my free hand under his chin and tilted his head so he was looking back at me. It took him a second to get out of his fixed daze, but after realizing what was going on he smiled at me.
"What's the matter?" I asked him, opening the subject.
"Nothing," he replied, he leaned in and kissed me. After he pulled away I smiled back at him.
I thought it was a sign of affection, but now I've come to the conclusion it was just his way of avoiding the subject.
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