Chapter 7
In the next couple of weeks, Angel decided to move in to the Brooklyn Lodging House with Spot. While she was packing her things, Racetrack came up behind her and put his arm around her shoulders.
"Now, you gotta come back and visit us as soon as ya can, ok?"
"Don't worry Race, with this strike going on, we'll see a lot of eachother!"
"Yeah, yer right about that!"
Racetrack grabbed Angel and pulled her into a tight hug.
"Oh Race, it's almost feels like I don't want to leave!"
"Yeah, but yer life is goin' in da right direction, Angel."
"It is?"
"Yea, it is."
"I love you, Race."
"I love ya too, Angel."
When Angel was walking to Brooklyn, Specs came running to her from behind. His face was a pale as a ghost and he was breathing hard.
"Specs, what is it?"
"It was bad, Angel!"
"Why, what happened?"
"Well, when da Circulation Bell rang, we decided ta go in and have some fun. We had a blast! We trough tomatoes at Oscah, Morris, and Weasel, and we tipped da paper wagon ovah! Dere was papes everywhere!"
"And you're telling me that's bad?"
"I ain't finished! When we was havin' fun, Weasel decided ta call da Bulls on us. When day came, we all ran out a dere. But Crutchy.... He got trapped."
"Oh no.... What did they do to him?!"
"Oscah and Morris took im' to da refuge."
"Oh No!" "I got to hurry up and go tell Spot!" "Thanks, Specs!"
Angel flew through the door of the Brooklyn Lodging House, dropped her things, and ran up the stairs.
"Angel, what are you doin heah?" Dice asked.
"No time to explain, where's Spot?"
"Up in his room."
"Thanks, Dice."
She flung the door open to the bunkroom and yelled, "Spot!"
"What is it, Angel?" he asked coming out of his room.
"Oh Spot, Crutchy is in the refuge!"
"What?" "How did dat happen!"
"When the newsies were having fun throwing papers everywhere, Weasel called the Bulls on them. All of them fled, but Crutchy got caught. Specs said that Oscar and Morris took him to the refuge."
"Shit!" "Gaul.... Oscar, Morris and Weasel are such bastards!"
"Oh Spot, what are we going to do?"
"I'll tell ya what I'm gonna do!"
He leaned in and kissed her while putting his hands on her waist.
"Actually, you "showed" me what you were going to do.... You didn't "tell" me."
"Yer smart!"
"So.... Yer cute!" she said mimicking his Brooklyn accent.
"Why thank ya!"
Angel smiled and said, "Turn around, Spot."
"What are ya gonna do?"
"Just turn around."
When he turned around, Angel jumped on his back.
"What do ya think you're doin, Angel?"
"I want a ride!"
"Oh ya do?" "Well, I should warn ya...."
"Warn me what?"
"I'm wild!"
When he said that, he started spinning himself and her around in circles. She screamed, but then started to laugh. When he stopped spinning her around, he flew out the door sideways, and then started to spin her around in the hallway. When he stopped, he flew down the stairs, and started to spin her around again. Then, he flew back up the stairs and back in the bunkroom. He spun her around once more and then let her down slowly.
When she started to walk, she fell backwards and into Spot's arms.
"That was fun!!!!"
"Yeah, but I got you dizzy in da process!"
"So?!" "Can we do it again?"
"No, you'd probably pass out!"
"Would not!"
"Would too!"
"Would not!"
"WOULD TOO!"
"Cmon, do ya think you can stand up by yerself now?"
"I think so."
"Listen, tomarrah I'm gonna go on a campaign like thing."
"For what?"
"I'm gonna go around and get people to join up wid us."
"How are you going to do that?"
"Well, we get a bunch of people in one big group and we tell em' dat we need dere support an' everythin'."
"And if the crowd cheers when you say something, that's a good sign, right?"
"Yep, exactly!"
"I probably can't come, can I?"
"Are you kiddin' me?" "You'll be dere wit me so da people of New York City can see dat I'se not lyin."
"Good reason for inviting me to come!"
"I'se just kiddin, without you, I wouldn't ave' da guts ta speak infront of that many people!"
"To think that a man, as famous as you are, could love a poor little nothing like me!" "It's happened at last, I'm starting to get started!" "I'm moving in with my man!"
Spot laughed. "Dat's right, but yer not a poor little nothing!" "You're Angel Conlon, da goil of da most famous newsie in New York City!"
Angel laughed for a split second but then put on a straight face.
"Wait a minute, did you just call me Angel Conlon?"
"Yea, you don't mind if I tell da people that's yer name, do ya?"
"No, I'd be proud to have that as my last name!" "It'll sound like we're married, though!"
"Dat's da whole point!"
Angel got up and sat in Spot's lap. He turned her around and took her in his arms.
"I love ya, Angel."
"I love you too, Spot."
In the next couple of weeks, Angel decided to move in to the Brooklyn Lodging House with Spot. While she was packing her things, Racetrack came up behind her and put his arm around her shoulders.
"Now, you gotta come back and visit us as soon as ya can, ok?"
"Don't worry Race, with this strike going on, we'll see a lot of eachother!"
"Yeah, yer right about that!"
Racetrack grabbed Angel and pulled her into a tight hug.
"Oh Race, it's almost feels like I don't want to leave!"
"Yeah, but yer life is goin' in da right direction, Angel."
"It is?"
"Yea, it is."
"I love you, Race."
"I love ya too, Angel."
When Angel was walking to Brooklyn, Specs came running to her from behind. His face was a pale as a ghost and he was breathing hard.
"Specs, what is it?"
"It was bad, Angel!"
"Why, what happened?"
"Well, when da Circulation Bell rang, we decided ta go in and have some fun. We had a blast! We trough tomatoes at Oscah, Morris, and Weasel, and we tipped da paper wagon ovah! Dere was papes everywhere!"
"And you're telling me that's bad?"
"I ain't finished! When we was havin' fun, Weasel decided ta call da Bulls on us. When day came, we all ran out a dere. But Crutchy.... He got trapped."
"Oh no.... What did they do to him?!"
"Oscah and Morris took im' to da refuge."
"Oh No!" "I got to hurry up and go tell Spot!" "Thanks, Specs!"
Angel flew through the door of the Brooklyn Lodging House, dropped her things, and ran up the stairs.
"Angel, what are you doin heah?" Dice asked.
"No time to explain, where's Spot?"
"Up in his room."
"Thanks, Dice."
She flung the door open to the bunkroom and yelled, "Spot!"
"What is it, Angel?" he asked coming out of his room.
"Oh Spot, Crutchy is in the refuge!"
"What?" "How did dat happen!"
"When the newsies were having fun throwing papers everywhere, Weasel called the Bulls on them. All of them fled, but Crutchy got caught. Specs said that Oscar and Morris took him to the refuge."
"Shit!" "Gaul.... Oscar, Morris and Weasel are such bastards!"
"Oh Spot, what are we going to do?"
"I'll tell ya what I'm gonna do!"
He leaned in and kissed her while putting his hands on her waist.
"Actually, you "showed" me what you were going to do.... You didn't "tell" me."
"Yer smart!"
"So.... Yer cute!" she said mimicking his Brooklyn accent.
"Why thank ya!"
Angel smiled and said, "Turn around, Spot."
"What are ya gonna do?"
"Just turn around."
When he turned around, Angel jumped on his back.
"What do ya think you're doin, Angel?"
"I want a ride!"
"Oh ya do?" "Well, I should warn ya...."
"Warn me what?"
"I'm wild!"
When he said that, he started spinning himself and her around in circles. She screamed, but then started to laugh. When he stopped spinning her around, he flew out the door sideways, and then started to spin her around in the hallway. When he stopped, he flew down the stairs, and started to spin her around again. Then, he flew back up the stairs and back in the bunkroom. He spun her around once more and then let her down slowly.
When she started to walk, she fell backwards and into Spot's arms.
"That was fun!!!!"
"Yeah, but I got you dizzy in da process!"
"So?!" "Can we do it again?"
"No, you'd probably pass out!"
"Would not!"
"Would too!"
"Would not!"
"WOULD TOO!"
"Cmon, do ya think you can stand up by yerself now?"
"I think so."
"Listen, tomarrah I'm gonna go on a campaign like thing."
"For what?"
"I'm gonna go around and get people to join up wid us."
"How are you going to do that?"
"Well, we get a bunch of people in one big group and we tell em' dat we need dere support an' everythin'."
"And if the crowd cheers when you say something, that's a good sign, right?"
"Yep, exactly!"
"I probably can't come, can I?"
"Are you kiddin' me?" "You'll be dere wit me so da people of New York City can see dat I'se not lyin."
"Good reason for inviting me to come!"
"I'se just kiddin, without you, I wouldn't ave' da guts ta speak infront of that many people!"
"To think that a man, as famous as you are, could love a poor little nothing like me!" "It's happened at last, I'm starting to get started!" "I'm moving in with my man!"
Spot laughed. "Dat's right, but yer not a poor little nothing!" "You're Angel Conlon, da goil of da most famous newsie in New York City!"
Angel laughed for a split second but then put on a straight face.
"Wait a minute, did you just call me Angel Conlon?"
"Yea, you don't mind if I tell da people that's yer name, do ya?"
"No, I'd be proud to have that as my last name!" "It'll sound like we're married, though!"
"Dat's da whole point!"
Angel got up and sat in Spot's lap. He turned her around and took her in his arms.
"I love ya, Angel."
"I love you too, Spot."