Chapter 8
The next day, Spot came in and sat on Angel's bed. She looked so peaceful, he almost didn't want to wake her up! He then leaned down and kissed her softly. She opened her eyes slowly and then smiled.
"That's a nice way to wake a person up!"
"Really?" "If that's what it takes ta get cha up every mornin', I'll do it every day."
"That'd be nice!"
Angel sat up in her bed and put her head on his shoulder drowsily. He then put his arm around her waist.
"Oh Spot, does this moment really have to end?" "Cause I don't want it too."
"We's could stay heah all day."
"No Spot, we have to go around and tell people that we're on strike." "Without the love and trust of your people, you're better off dead!"
"Yer right, Angel."
"Cmon Spot, you better get ready!"
To start off a day of great campaigning, they decided to speak in their own territory first. The Manhattan Newsies helped a lot for getting people to come and listen to Spot speak. Angel was amazed at how many people came! Over a hundred people showed up! At first Spot was a little rusty at speaking in public, but he got the hang of it eventually. Angel spoke a lot to the people, too. She was almost as good as him!
When they got done speaking in Brooklyn, the crowd cheered! Angel looked at Spot and remembered what she asked him.
"And if the crowd cheers when you say something, that's a good sign, right?"
Thinking about that line just made her want to smile!
The whole day, they traveled from territory to territory, speaking infront of millions and millions of people. And the best part about it was that not a crowd they spoke to didn't cheer! They all must have gotten the same idea about the strike.
After speaking to five or six territories, their day of campaigning was over. Spot and Angel were exhausted! On the way back to Brooklyn, Spot lit a cigarette and looked down at Angel, who looked so tired she could go to sleep and not wake up for months!
"Ya tired?"
"No...." she said with a long yawn.
"Cmere."
She did as she was told, and was soon picked up by two strong arms.
"I'se don't want cha ta walk dis far back ta Brooklyn, bein' as tired as ya are!"
"Thanks, Spot."
When they got back to the lodging house and walked in, Dice noticed Spot carrying Angel in, sleeping in his arms.
"Long day, Spot?"
"Ugh.... You'se have NO idea!"
Dice laughed.
Spot walked up the stairs and into the bunkroom. When he laid her down on her bed she said softly, "No Spot, take me to your room."
Spot smiled and picked her up again. He carried her into his room and laid her down on his bed. She rolled over to one side. She put one arm under the pillow and put her other arm on her side. Spot got in the bed and pulled the blankets over both of them. He then put his one arm under the pillow and held Angel's hand lightly. His other arm went on top of the one on her side.
He stayed awake and with every breath he took in, he could smell the scent of peaches from her hair. Holding her hand, he noticed that there wasn't a ring on her finger. There should be. He thought it through carefully, but would have to wait until morning to ask her. He loved her with all his heart and wanted to be with her for the rest of his life.
The next day, Spot came in and sat on Angel's bed. She looked so peaceful, he almost didn't want to wake her up! He then leaned down and kissed her softly. She opened her eyes slowly and then smiled.
"That's a nice way to wake a person up!"
"Really?" "If that's what it takes ta get cha up every mornin', I'll do it every day."
"That'd be nice!"
Angel sat up in her bed and put her head on his shoulder drowsily. He then put his arm around her waist.
"Oh Spot, does this moment really have to end?" "Cause I don't want it too."
"We's could stay heah all day."
"No Spot, we have to go around and tell people that we're on strike." "Without the love and trust of your people, you're better off dead!"
"Yer right, Angel."
"Cmon Spot, you better get ready!"
To start off a day of great campaigning, they decided to speak in their own territory first. The Manhattan Newsies helped a lot for getting people to come and listen to Spot speak. Angel was amazed at how many people came! Over a hundred people showed up! At first Spot was a little rusty at speaking in public, but he got the hang of it eventually. Angel spoke a lot to the people, too. She was almost as good as him!
When they got done speaking in Brooklyn, the crowd cheered! Angel looked at Spot and remembered what she asked him.
"And if the crowd cheers when you say something, that's a good sign, right?"
Thinking about that line just made her want to smile!
The whole day, they traveled from territory to territory, speaking infront of millions and millions of people. And the best part about it was that not a crowd they spoke to didn't cheer! They all must have gotten the same idea about the strike.
After speaking to five or six territories, their day of campaigning was over. Spot and Angel were exhausted! On the way back to Brooklyn, Spot lit a cigarette and looked down at Angel, who looked so tired she could go to sleep and not wake up for months!
"Ya tired?"
"No...." she said with a long yawn.
"Cmere."
She did as she was told, and was soon picked up by two strong arms.
"I'se don't want cha ta walk dis far back ta Brooklyn, bein' as tired as ya are!"
"Thanks, Spot."
When they got back to the lodging house and walked in, Dice noticed Spot carrying Angel in, sleeping in his arms.
"Long day, Spot?"
"Ugh.... You'se have NO idea!"
Dice laughed.
Spot walked up the stairs and into the bunkroom. When he laid her down on her bed she said softly, "No Spot, take me to your room."
Spot smiled and picked her up again. He carried her into his room and laid her down on his bed. She rolled over to one side. She put one arm under the pillow and put her other arm on her side. Spot got in the bed and pulled the blankets over both of them. He then put his one arm under the pillow and held Angel's hand lightly. His other arm went on top of the one on her side.
He stayed awake and with every breath he took in, he could smell the scent of peaches from her hair. Holding her hand, he noticed that there wasn't a ring on her finger. There should be. He thought it through carefully, but would have to wait until morning to ask her. He loved her with all his heart and wanted to be with her for the rest of his life.