The week continued uneventfully with Harmony in denial of anything that was wrong. As far as she was concerned, her life was perfect. She was thinking about this as she was walking through the streets one day, carefully avoiding the police. Suddenly, she was pulled into an alley. Thinking it might have been Blink, she turned slowly to be met with a hard blow to the face from her mysterious attacker. As soon as she had composed herself, she turned to look at her attacker. Tick.
"I thought that this had been resolved," Harmony said holding her nose which she figured was broken.
"It was 'resolved', but only while you'se was Conlon's goil. An' from what I'se hoid, you'se ain't anymoah," Ticks explained menacingly. "Now you'se gonna pay fer what you'se did ta me and me boys," Ticks said as he raised his arm to strike again, but his arm was intercepted by another figure who turned out to be Cards.
"She's still undah da protection a Manhattan an' Brooklyn, so don' try nothin', evah. You'se got dat?" Cards said.
"Who are you'se ta tell me what ta do?" Ticks said.
"I'se a membah a da Brooklyn newsies an' da guy who'se gonna soak ya fer beatin' her one too many times," Cards said as he landed a series of punches on Tick. When Tick had finally gotten enough, he turned and ran.
"Cards, I have nevah been happier to see you," Harmony said as she threw herself into his arms for a hug, just as Spot walked by. He stared, raised his eyebrows, and walked off before they saw him.
"Bittah, how come you'se hasn't been by ta visit? We'se, well, I'se missed ya," Cards said. "An' what was wid da sneakin' out bit? I'se woulda brought you'se back ta Manhattan had ya asked, no mattah what Conlon said."
"I just had ta leave. I'm sorry I didn't tell ya good-bye, an' I'm more sorry I haven't seen ya since den. I missed ys, too," Harmony said.
"Now, what did ya do ta me fearless leadah? Mistah High-n-Mighty Puppy Dog, yeah I hoid da name, is actin' pretty lousy ta da boys an' is bein' even more isolated than usual. I'se cant take it no moah. So, I'se was hopin' you'se could tell me whats wrong wid it so maybe I'se can try ta fix it."
"I didn't do anythin' ta him! If anyone did anythin' wrong it was him. We got in a fight when he first showed back up in Manhattan an' den when I was goin' ta apologize dat night I went inta da bunkroom an' found him wid some girl I'd nevah seen. I said some sorta mean things den but I don't think he even noticed."
"Are you'se shoah dat's what happened? Dat don't sound like da Spot dat I'se knows. He was completely stuck on you'se when he came to Manhattan and when he returned he was one sad puppy."
Harmony smiled and said, "Sorry I can't help ya but I don't know whats wrong wid him. Maybe Feisty could help ya out der, that's his new girl."
"Dat ain't his goil she wad jest a one night thing. I'se pretty shoah since he didn't even bring her ta Brooklyn."
"Well, at least theres some good news. Hey, do ya want ta go back to the Lodging House wid me? I don't really want ta walk 'round alone but I also don't like standin' in dis alley…"
"I'se would be glad ta escort ya. I'se thinks Ise'll stick 'round fer a couple hours and den head home," Cards told her.
"Why don't ys jest stay here fer da night and head back ta Brooklyn tomorrow?" Harmony asked.
"Well, I'se didn't exactly tell Spot wheah I'se was goin' or fer dat mattah, dat I'se was goin' at all. He might get angry if I'se don't show up at all tonight."
"All right. Come on we can find Racetrack an' I'll show ya my new skills in da game a poker. Ya will be proud!"
Cards laughed. "All right, I'se cant say no ta dat."
Cards and Harmony walked to the Lodging House joking and catching up. They were so caught up in their conversation that they didn't even notice passing Spot in the street. Spot was beyond furious. Who does dat goil think she is? She thinks dat she can jest go 'round playin' wid me boys feelin's, not ta mention me own. I'se has had it wid her. Damn her, I'se wish I'd nevah met her! Maybe I'se shoulda jest givin' her to Tick and got rid of her while I'se had da chance. Who are you kiddin' Spot Conlon? Yer still head ovah heals fer dat goil and dat ain't gunna change no mattah how many guys she is sluttin' 'roun wid.