Inside the boys were all talking about the day's events. Everyone was patting Blink on the back and congratulating him on his excellent plan and avoiding being murdered. Surprisingly, Blink wasn't smiling. In fact, he looked almost miserable. He looked as if his puppy had died. Mush noticed and pulled him aside.
"Hey what's wrong wid you'se? Yer plan worked an' all! Look not only did dey stop fightin' but deys actin' like they's in love 'r somethin'!" Mush exclaimed, wondering why his friend was so downcast.
"Yeah, dey's da poifect couple all right. Look I'se gotta go out fer awhile…ya know enjoy the life that I amazinly managed ta hold on fer, fer a'odda day. Ise'll see you'se later." With that Blink walked out of the bunkroom. Although no one stopped him, he didn't escape unnoticed. Soon everyone was guessing what was wrong with him and making up far fetched stories about him.
When Spot and Bitter came in everyone stopped talking and looked at them. Soon shouts of, "Come on Spot you'se gotta tell us" and "Spill it Conlon!" were heard around the room.
Spot rolled his eyes and said, "See, what did I'se tell ya about dese boys needin' lives a dere own?" to Bitter. Bitter laughed and said, "What will dey evah do widout us?"
All the boys stopped their yelling and joking when Bitter said this. They all stared at Bitter, who began to feel very self-conscious. Spot took a step forward and said, "You boys don't need me 'round heah anymoah an' even if ya does I'se ain't willin' ta stay. Bittah an' me is gunna go visit Brooklyn fer awhile. Ise'll take nice care a her fer you'se boys and return her in as gooda condition as I'se borrowed her. We'se figured she could stay in Brooklyn for da week an' Ise'll bring her back wid me for da counsel."
Spot then turned around and started packing up his meager belonging. Bitter stood there a couple more seconds and started doing the same.
Jack walked up behind Spot to figure out what was going on. "Hey Spot, you'se serious 'bout this?"
Spot turned around. "Don't I'se sound serious?"
"Well ya shoah did up dere but I'se means, it ain't been like you'se and her have been friends fer a long time. Hell, da boys an' me always figured dat you'se two would kill each oddah eventually or sumthin' like that."
"Yeah Jacky-boy well we didn' and I'se sorta likes her now. So, since she likes me too I'se don' see why she wouldn' come to Brooklyn fer awhile. It ain't like I'se askin' her ta marry me."
"Shoah Spot, I know, still I don' like the idea a her down der with dose rough boys wheah I cain't watch her."
"Yeah well Ise'll watch her twice as much if it'll make you'se feel bettah" Spot joked.
"You beddah take care a her Conlon or we'se are gunna have some real problems," Jack stated.
"Well you'se ain't gotta worry 'cause I'se ain't plannin' on hurtin' her." Spot assured him while finishing up his packing.
"All right Bittah ya ready? We'se should get goin'. I ain't to keen on ya walking through Brooklyn in da dark. I would hate for you to get hurt." Spot shouted across the room, emphasizing particular words for Jack's benefit.
"Yeah, I'm all packed and everythin' let me jest say goodbye ta everyone." Bitter replied.
She then went around the room saying goodbye to all the boys. Afterwards she hugged Jack and started to walk out. "Wait a minute," she said. "Where is Blink? I can't leave widout sayin' g'bye ta him!"
It turned out that no one knew where Blink was. Bitter eventually had to leave though because it was getting late. Jack promised to tell Blink she said goodbye and to give him a hug for her. He had no intention of following through with his latter promise but didn't want Spot to get angry and would have promised Bitter almost anything.
Blink walked in an hour later, resolved to tell Harmony his feelings about her. He looked all over for her and finally gave up and asked Jack where she was.
"Oh you'se finally got back!" Jack said. "Harmony went to Brooklyn wid Spot fer a week 'r so until the counsel. She was all upset 'bout not getting' ta say 'bye ta ya but it was getting' late so she had to go. I'se is supposed ta say 'bye fer her."
"Yer supposed ta do something else fer her too Cowboy," Racetrack commented, from where he had been listening to the conversation.
"Yer funny Race. That was almost as funny as what you'se likes ta call a poker face," Jack commented.
"Aw low blow Cowboy! Anythin' but me gambling!" Racetrack said pretending to be hurt.
"So what was you'se supposed ta do fer her," Blink asked looking confused.
"Nothin' jest ferget 'bout it Blink!" Jack exclaimed, and started to walk away.
"Cowboy stop being such a wussy. Don' make me go tell Spot Conlon dad you'se lied ta his goilfriend!" Racetrack yelled.
"Look it ain't dat big of a deal! All she wanted me ta do wa---" before he had finished Racetrack 'accidentally' bumped into him from behind sending Jack flying into Blink's arms.
"Dat's what he was supposed ta do. Jacky-boy is jest a little shy dats all," Racetrack said grinning.
Blink laughed and put his arms down, sending Jack sprawling on the floor. "Racetrack you'se bettah start runnin' now" Jack yelled running after Racetrack.
Blink watched the too run off, then sat down looking very melancholy. I caint believe she's gone…gone with Spot Conlons! Dat's even woirse! God knows what deys already doin'! Why was I'se so stupid! 'I can puts them tagether' 'I'se Blink an' I'se full of good ideas'. Damnit! If it weren't fer me they'd still be fightin' and I'se would still have a chance!