Chapter 17: Memories in Stone
A/N: I realize it's been a dreadfully long time since I've done any work whatsoever on this fic. For which I feel really horrible. So, here is the not so glorious ending to this. Sorry if it seems to be lacking, but I couldn't really come up with a fitting ending.
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Tibby's was deathly silent. No one dared to make a sound lest they miss the answer.
Alyssa knelt in front of the nervous wreck that was Racetrack. She had always thought that she would die as a poor lonely spinster. But here was Racetrack, one of the famous Manhattan Newsies, proposing to her. She tired to speak, but her mouth would make no sound. Then, looking deep within Race's deep brown eyes, she found her future written there. "Yes" was all she had to say.
The next thing she knew was that she was being spun about amongst a crowd of cheering Newsies. In the background there was the wail of defeat from Dom and Cathleen. Their little plot had been foiled by the youngest member of the family.
"I must say one thing," Alyssa said after the cheers had died down. "Dom, I'm not marrying Race to spite you. I'm marrying him because I love him."
A sputtering Dom and Cathleen were ushered out of the door. The minute the door closed behind them, they were forgotten.
Alyssa looked at Race. "Here's ta happiness," she said, kissing him."
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This story of my mother and father has been told so many times, though I do not tire of hearing it. My mother and father loved each other deeply. Despite that they were mere street rats, they found something that the rich folk never could truly find: happiness and love. All of my uncles used to visit, up until my mother and father passed away.
The only one of my uncles that still lives in Uncle Specs and his wife Mercy. MY uncles the Newsies were a wonderful bunch of men. My children love to hear the story of their grandparent, Alyssa and Racetrack. Every day we visit the graveyard that holds all of those famous Newsies. My children know what they did so that they could lead the lives they do. We are by no means rich. Far from it. We live respectably, like Mum and Dad wanted. Passing by the gravestones I read the names aloud and remember them. You can see Jack "Cowboy" Kelly, David Jacobs, Mush, Blink, Spot, and even Kloppman is buried there, right beside his boys.
Take heart from my parent's tale. They lived a life that overcame numerous obstacles and enjoyed every minute of it. Live your life as they did. Waste nothing.