Never Fear, Brooklyn is Here
Ch. 2
My body was with the boys but my mind was with Mush. I couldn't get him out of my head. No matter what I did I thought of him. The way he talked, the way his hair was ever so curly, and his dreamy brown eyes that I could get lost in. But the same question would pop into my head all the time: Why did he want to see me again?
I mean I was plain. My hair stopped at the middle of my throat and my eyes were a bright green while all the girls I saw on the street had blue eyes. I never wore a skirt. I was always in pants and one of the old shirts from the boys. I never ever in the history of being a newsie had a hat taken off to.
"Hey Catwalk, why don't ya come get some supper instead of dreamin' about your boyfriend." Midget called as they all headed to the diner.
"I ain't dreamin' about Mush! I'm thinkin' of new ways to soak ya," I yelled before running to catch up with them.
When we reached Martha's, the diner, we grabbed a table in the center and ordered our meal with cost about the same as 50 papes.
" Hey Spot, why were da Manhattans over here today?" Midget asked
"Jacky boy wanted to see what life in Brooklyn was like." Spot replied.
" But why did he bring his whole gang with him?"
" They didn't believe him when he told em' about Catwalk."
"Hey!" I yelled.
"Sorry, they don't have a goil with them."
" That's strange.'
"Not to them."
Meanwhile in Manhattan… "Mush, who ya been talkin' to?" Flight asked"No one." I replied.
"Didn't look like no one."
"Well it was no one."
" Why won't you tell me?"
" 'Cause I don't wanna."
"Stop your bawling." Crutchy said.
"When did you become me mudder Crutchy?" I asked.
"Yesterday. Why?"
We kept walking till we got to the Lodge. We were so tired that we couldn't even go to Tibby's Diner. I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling thinking about her.
"Mush, wanna play a game a poker? 6-1 chance dat Jack wins. Da odds are bad but so is Jack's playing ability. So, ya in?" Racetrack asked.
"Why not. Deal me Jack." I said as I hopped off my bed.
15 Minutes later
"I win." Flight said, " Hand over the money Race."
"How could I lose?" Jack asked himself.
"Mush, game's over." Flight told me
"What? Oh, ok." I replied.
"Pull yourself together man! It's just a goil!"
"It's not dat,"
" Yeah, it is."
"Suit yourself" Then Flight left to go count her winnings.
"I lied," Mush, whispered, "It is about a goil. My goil who can walk across a catwalk and not break a sweat." Then Mush went to sleep.
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