Chapter 16
Angel walked out the hospital doors with Spot holding one arm and Racetrack the other. She was still too weak to walk by herself.
"Don't worry Angel, we're gonna get you bettah yet!" Racetrack exclaimed.
"Yea…. We will." Spot agreed.
"You are both so very kind…. But you can't start putting your dreams into reality…. Now can you?"
Race and Spot didn't say anything.
"That's what I thought!" she joked.
As Spot, Angel, and Race approached the Brooklyn Bridge, Race pulled Angel into a big hug.
"I gotta head back to da Lodgin' House, so Spot will be takin' ovah from heah." "If he does anythin' wrong, you tell me an' I'll make sure he'll get a good soakin'!"
"Oh Race!" she said as she hugged him again.
"Don't worry, if anythin' happens Angel, I'll send Sappy out ta get Race for you." Spot inquired.
"Ok Spot."
"I'll see ya tomorrow night Angel."
"Ok Race, sounds good."
Race hugged her once again and quietly whispered, "I love you."
"I love you too, Race."
Angel then took Spot's arm and they began to walk across the bridge. Spot took two steps and then stopped.
"What's wrong?" Angel asked.
"I just remembered somethin'!"
"What?"
"Dis" he said as he picked her up and started carrying her across the bridge.
"Oh my god!" she said half crying, half-laughing. "You remembered what I said about being carried across a bridge!"
"Yea, that'll be stuck in me head foah the rest of me life!"
Angel looked at him and gave him a long kiss.
"I love you so much, Spot Conlon!"
"I love you so much too, Angel McGill!"
The next morning, Angel awoke with Spot sleeping right next to her. He looked so cute when he was asleep! Angel's thoughts drifted away from Spot and focused on her family. The only way she could tell them was by writing a letter to them. She would have to, before it was too late to do so. So, she got a pencil and paper, then crying, and wrote the letter.
When she was finished, she went downstairs and made sure it would get sent, so she gave it to Sam Alkin. Sam was the owner of the Brooklyn Newsboy's Lodging House.
When she got back upstairs, Spot was still sleeping. She walked over, lay down beside him, and put her arm around his. He then took her hand and held it softly.
"Good mornin', huney!"
"Good morning Spot, you sure slept in late today!"
"Yea, I don't know why, I must've been really tired!"
Angel didn't reply
"What's wrong, Angel?"
"I had to write mama and papa today, I had to tell them before it was too late to tell them!"
"I understand, but everything is gonna be ok, I promise."
"I know, Spot."