Chapter 2
When they reached the Manhattan Lodging House, Angel pulled a dollar bill out of her purse.
"I want to pay you for saving me, Mr. Conlon."
"No Angel, da only pay you can give me is a visit down to the Brooklyn Docks once ya get all settled in an' everythin'."
"Alright Spot, I will."
When Angel knocked on the door, a man with glasses on opened it up.
"Is Racetrack here?"
"Uh.... Yeah he is."
"RACETRACK, DERE'S SOME BROAD ERE' TA SEE YA!!!!"
"BRING HER UP, SPECS!!!!"
"Cmon goily."
"I have a name you know."
"What might it be?"
"Angel"
"Nice name, I'm Specs."
"Nice to meet you, Specs."
We walked to the upstairs bunkroom and there he was, Racetrack. I dropped my things and ran to him. As we hugged, he picked me up and twirled me around in circles.
"Oh Race.... It's been so long!"
"I can only say the same, Angel!"
"Why'd it take ya so long to get ere'.... Angel?"
"I ran into.... Oh what's their names.... Oscar and Morris.... Yeah, that's it."
"Oh god.... They didn't do nothin' to ya, did they?"
"They would have.... But this one man saved me!" "He's the one you always talked about in your letters."
"Spot?" "Spot Conlon?"
"Yes, that's him!"
"I owe him one for lookin' out fer ya."
"I tried to pay him but he said the only thing I could pay him was a visit when I got settled down."
"Geeze, that doesn't sound like Spot!" "Usually he's take the money!"
"Besides his looks, he acted like a real gentleman."
"Wow, that doesn't sound like Spot at all!"
Angel laughed.
"You guys got plumbing in here too!!!" "Wow I'm impressed!"
Angel walked over to Race's bed and saw an awful mess around his area. He had already smoked cigars, garbage, and clothes all around his bed and even on his bed.
When Race came back out, he saw Angel picking up the cigars and garbge.
"Geeze Race, were you born in a born in a barn?!"
"Yeah how did you know?"
Angel fell on his bed and started to laugh uncontrollably. She laughed so hard she started to cry.
"That was hilarious.... Race!"
"Thank you.... Thank you!"
"Hey Angel, it's pokah night tonight, are you gonna play?"
She almost said yes, but thought about what her brother had told her.
"Umm.... No thanks Race.... I think I'm just going to take a shower and go to bed. In the morning, I'm going to go see Spot."
"Awlright den.... Gnite Angel."
He gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek, and went downstairs.
After she got out of the shower, she decided that she would only live once and got her clothes on. When she got downstairs, a large group of the newsies was kneeling on the floor in square. She walked over to Race and tapped his shoulder with her hand. She then took the cigarette out of his mouth and took a drag. Surprisingly , she didn't cough.
"I changed my mind, besides, a girl can only live once can't she?" "Race, will you show me how to play poker?"
"Yeah, I will Angel." "Ya want anything to drink?"
"Drink?" Angel thought "It has to be something with alcohol in it."
"Do they have any beer in this joint?"
"Yeah, we do.... Mush get the lady a drink!"
"Sure Race."
That night, Angel had over a million cigarettes and was completely drunk.
"You know Race, its soooo amazing that you can drink, smoke, and play poker at the same time!"
"Yeah, it's amazing alright."
"You know Race, we both have acted un....Un.... Unruly....no....un....unserious....no....un....un....uncompetitive!! You should be assshames....assshumed....ass....oh the hell with it.... I do believe I'm three sheets to the wind!"
"Ya got dat damn right Angel!" "Cmon, it's time ta go sleep it off."
"Ok!!!!"
As they walked upstairs, Angel passed out and before Racetrack could catch her, she fell head first down the stairs. When he got to the bottom to see if she was ok, Jack stopped and looked down the stairs.
"Geeze Race, were you tryin' ta kill er' by pushing here from da top of the steps?!?!"
"Hell No, Jack!!!!" "When we were going upstairs, she passed out and fell down here by herself!"
"Oh ok, I thought you tried ta kill er'!"
Seeing that she was ok, he picked her up and carried her into the bunkroom. He laid her down on his bed and pulled the blankets over her. He kissed her forehead lightly and said, "Gnite, I love ya Angel." Very faintly she said back, "I love you too, Race."
When they reached the Manhattan Lodging House, Angel pulled a dollar bill out of her purse.
"I want to pay you for saving me, Mr. Conlon."
"No Angel, da only pay you can give me is a visit down to the Brooklyn Docks once ya get all settled in an' everythin'."
"Alright Spot, I will."
When Angel knocked on the door, a man with glasses on opened it up.
"Is Racetrack here?"
"Uh.... Yeah he is."
"RACETRACK, DERE'S SOME BROAD ERE' TA SEE YA!!!!"
"BRING HER UP, SPECS!!!!"
"Cmon goily."
"I have a name you know."
"What might it be?"
"Angel"
"Nice name, I'm Specs."
"Nice to meet you, Specs."
We walked to the upstairs bunkroom and there he was, Racetrack. I dropped my things and ran to him. As we hugged, he picked me up and twirled me around in circles.
"Oh Race.... It's been so long!"
"I can only say the same, Angel!"
"Why'd it take ya so long to get ere'.... Angel?"
"I ran into.... Oh what's their names.... Oscar and Morris.... Yeah, that's it."
"Oh god.... They didn't do nothin' to ya, did they?"
"They would have.... But this one man saved me!" "He's the one you always talked about in your letters."
"Spot?" "Spot Conlon?"
"Yes, that's him!"
"I owe him one for lookin' out fer ya."
"I tried to pay him but he said the only thing I could pay him was a visit when I got settled down."
"Geeze, that doesn't sound like Spot!" "Usually he's take the money!"
"Besides his looks, he acted like a real gentleman."
"Wow, that doesn't sound like Spot at all!"
Angel laughed.
"You guys got plumbing in here too!!!" "Wow I'm impressed!"
Angel walked over to Race's bed and saw an awful mess around his area. He had already smoked cigars, garbage, and clothes all around his bed and even on his bed.
When Race came back out, he saw Angel picking up the cigars and garbge.
"Geeze Race, were you born in a born in a barn?!"
"Yeah how did you know?"
Angel fell on his bed and started to laugh uncontrollably. She laughed so hard she started to cry.
"That was hilarious.... Race!"
"Thank you.... Thank you!"
"Hey Angel, it's pokah night tonight, are you gonna play?"
She almost said yes, but thought about what her brother had told her.
"Umm.... No thanks Race.... I think I'm just going to take a shower and go to bed. In the morning, I'm going to go see Spot."
"Awlright den.... Gnite Angel."
He gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek, and went downstairs.
After she got out of the shower, she decided that she would only live once and got her clothes on. When she got downstairs, a large group of the newsies was kneeling on the floor in square. She walked over to Race and tapped his shoulder with her hand. She then took the cigarette out of his mouth and took a drag. Surprisingly , she didn't cough.
"I changed my mind, besides, a girl can only live once can't she?" "Race, will you show me how to play poker?"
"Yeah, I will Angel." "Ya want anything to drink?"
"Drink?" Angel thought "It has to be something with alcohol in it."
"Do they have any beer in this joint?"
"Yeah, we do.... Mush get the lady a drink!"
"Sure Race."
That night, Angel had over a million cigarettes and was completely drunk.
"You know Race, its soooo amazing that you can drink, smoke, and play poker at the same time!"
"Yeah, it's amazing alright."
"You know Race, we both have acted un....Un.... Unruly....no....un....unserious....no....un....un....uncompetitive!! You should be assshames....assshumed....ass....oh the hell with it.... I do believe I'm three sheets to the wind!"
"Ya got dat damn right Angel!" "Cmon, it's time ta go sleep it off."
"Ok!!!!"
As they walked upstairs, Angel passed out and before Racetrack could catch her, she fell head first down the stairs. When he got to the bottom to see if she was ok, Jack stopped and looked down the stairs.
"Geeze Race, were you tryin' ta kill er' by pushing here from da top of the steps?!?!"
"Hell No, Jack!!!!" "When we were going upstairs, she passed out and fell down here by herself!"
"Oh ok, I thought you tried ta kill er'!"
Seeing that she was ok, he picked her up and carried her into the bunkroom. He laid her down on his bed and pulled the blankets over her. He kissed her forehead lightly and said, "Gnite, I love ya Angel." Very faintly she said back, "I love you too, Race."