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Chapter 4

I hope this gets to you without Spot knowing about it. He probably wouldn't like it if he found out that I had found a way to contact you. But I just had to talk to you. Well, as much as I can talk to you when I'm stuck in Brooklyn for another four days. I miss you so much, Racetrack. I hope the time has passed quicker for you than it has for me this past week and a half. Pockets has kindly offered to pass on any messages that I have to you, and vice versa. Anyway, on to the point of my little note here…when the two weeks are finally up, should I come to Manhattan, or do you want to come to Brooklyn? Or should we meet half-way? I can't wait to see ya again.

All my love,

Bookworm

"Pockets?" I called, folding the note and standing up and looking around the bunkroom.

"Aye?" she said, waving to show me where she was. I laughed and walked over to where she was sitting.

"You really need to lay off those pirate books," I told her, sitting down next to her. "Got a favor to ask of ya."

"What?" she asked. I held out the note that I had written.

"Could you take this to Manhattan for me and give it to Racetrack?" I asked quietly, looking around to make sure that Spot wasn't in the room. She smiled and took the note.

"You got it," she said, standing up. "I'll do it right now." I grinned.

"Thank you so much," I told her. "I really appreciate it, and I'm sure Racetrack will as well." Pockets smiled.

"Not a problem. What are friends for? I'll be back as soon as I can!" she called over her shoulder as she left the room.

After she left, I walked back over to my bed and laid down. I pulled out my favorite book and started to read. I didn't get very far. My mind kept wandering back to Racetrack. I finally sighed and put the book down, and settled for just lying on my bed, staring up at the ceiling. I must have fallen asleep, because the next ting I knew, someone was shaking me awake. I slowly opened my eyes and saw Spot standing over me.

"Ya've got a visitor," he said and started to walk away. It took my brain a few moments to process what he had said.

"Wait!" I called, getting up and running after him. He stopped and turned around. "Who is it?" I asked, my curiosity getting the best of me. Spot shrugged.

"He's some kind of short Italian." I froze. Was he saying that…

"Racetrack is downstairs?" I gasped, eyes wide. Spot smirked.

"Yeah, that's right. Now get outta here before I change my mind and make ya wait another four days."

I didn't need telling twice. I bolted down the stairs at top speed, skidded around the corner and stopped, looking around. Racetrack was standing by the door, looking out into the street. Right at that moment, he turned around. When he saw me, he grinned the biggest grin I had ever seen on his face. With a laugh, I threw myself into his arms, almost knocking him to the ground. My feet left the floor as he swung me around in a circle. Setting me back down, he pulled me to him and kissed me.

"What are you doing here?" I asked after we pulled apart. He grinned.

"Well, Pockets came to Manhattan and told me that Spot said that I was allowed to come to Brooklyn and see ya." I was confused.

"Why would she tell you that? Spot didn't tell me anything about this." I looked around and spotted Pockets on the other side of the lounge. "Hey Pockets!" I called.

"Aye?" she called, looking up from the book she was reading.

"Come here for a minute, would ya?" Nodding, she set her book down after marking her place.

"What is it, mate?" I laughed.

"You really need to lay off those pirate books for awhile." She laughed.

"Why?" I shook my head.

"Never mind. Why did you tell Racetrack that Spot said that he could come to Brooklyn and see me?" Pockets looked slightly sheepish.

"Well, as I was leaving to go to Manhattan to give Racetrack the note you had written, I ran into Spot, who asked me what I was doin'. I told 'im that I was heading for Manhattan, and he wanted to know why, and I told him some bogus story that he didn't believe. He ended up grabbin' the note from me and reading it. After he read it, he crumpled it up and told me that I didn't need to give it to Racetrack and to just tell Race that he could come and see ya."

"And you didn't tell me this…why?" I asked, wrapping an arm around Racetrack's waist and hooking my thumb into one of his belt loops. Pockets shrugged.

"I decided to get to Manhattan before Spot changed his mind," she said, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Oh, okay," I said. "Thanks Pockets." She grinned.

"No problem," she called over her shoulder as she headed back to continue reading. After she was gone, I turned to Racetrack.

"So, what do you want to do?" I asked.

"I've got a few ideas," he said, leading me out of the Brooklyn Lodging House.

"Yeah?" I asked, smirking. "Like what?" He grinned.

"You'll see," he said. Suddenly, I realized something.

"Hold on, Race. I'll be right back," I said, and headed back inside. I ran up the stairs and into the bunkroom, looking around. I found Spot standing by the window, looking out into the street and fiddling with his cane. "Hey, Spot?" He turned.

"Yeah?" I took a deep breath.

"Thanks." He waved a hand.

"Yeah, yeah. Now get outta here. Go have some fun with Racetrack." I grinned.

"You got it. Later!" With that, I ran back downstairs to meet Racetrack.