First of all, Bumlets was a lot of fun. No sooner would we sell a paper to
someone and they were two feet away, then Bumlets would crack a joke about
their clothes or manners. I laughed so hard tears came to my eyes. I felt
guilty that we were making fun of these people, but... not for long. I am
stressed out, and I am not going to care.
"Look, Ang,... 'I am not in the right disposition to look down at my shoes today, so no papers, no papers'," Bumlets swaggered, scrunching his nose with distain. After a prissy woman rushed by us, with a sideways look.
"Bumlets!" I screeched, "Quiet, she might hear you!"
"Who cares, she knows, so why pretend?" He asked, cocking his head, he had his Besides, you know you are enjoying this the tinkle in his eye look.
"I'm not going to tell you one way or the other," I said enjoying being coy.
"One day I am going to make you give a straight answer," he threatened.
"One day is not this day," I said and spun off to sell to a nice old man. I barely managed to thank him, when Bumlets grabbed my arm and pulled me off to run. "What's the matter?" I gasped.
"Later! Just RUN!" was his only answer. So once again I was running in the streets of New York.
"I can't make this a habit," I thought. Bumlets finally pulled into a doorway and we caught our breath. "Well?" I asked.
"There was this looney starin at you, like he had seen a ghost or somethin.... Then he called a cop over and pointed at you. It was time to book it!" He panted, wiping sweat off his brow. "So, maybe you could explain? Any reason for someone to run after you?"
"I ran away, that is about all there is to it." I shrugged. Did I dare even try to explain what went on, I don't think I could ever explain it. Besides, it wasn't anything that I wanted to involve them all in.
"Does your mudder miss you?"
"I no, I don't think so... If you are talking about my real mom, she died in a robbery along with my father. If you are talking about the woman who 'took care of me,' I guess so...in a way. But nothing is worth going back." I said slowly, trying to keep back my tears with a reminder of how mad I was, "I am an orphan. Not all cruelty can be seen, they were taking away my choices in the orphanage. That is why I left, I couldn't live."
"So who do you think this guy was?"
"Was he young or old?" I answered with a shrug.
"Definitely old," he said, "His clothes were nothing special either."
"It was probably Jerry, he was the hired warden for the orphanage."
"Warden?!"
"Well, I guess more like a guardsmen. But, he was more there to keep us in then anyone out." I said, no longer keeping tears back. Bumlets put his arm around my shoulder.
"Well Angel, I won't let anyone bring you back... never." He promised.
"Thanks Bumlets, Thank you." I wonder if I could ever believe that.
"Look, Ang,... 'I am not in the right disposition to look down at my shoes today, so no papers, no papers'," Bumlets swaggered, scrunching his nose with distain. After a prissy woman rushed by us, with a sideways look.
"Bumlets!" I screeched, "Quiet, she might hear you!"
"Who cares, she knows, so why pretend?" He asked, cocking his head, he had his Besides, you know you are enjoying this the tinkle in his eye look.
"I'm not going to tell you one way or the other," I said enjoying being coy.
"One day I am going to make you give a straight answer," he threatened.
"One day is not this day," I said and spun off to sell to a nice old man. I barely managed to thank him, when Bumlets grabbed my arm and pulled me off to run. "What's the matter?" I gasped.
"Later! Just RUN!" was his only answer. So once again I was running in the streets of New York.
"I can't make this a habit," I thought. Bumlets finally pulled into a doorway and we caught our breath. "Well?" I asked.
"There was this looney starin at you, like he had seen a ghost or somethin.... Then he called a cop over and pointed at you. It was time to book it!" He panted, wiping sweat off his brow. "So, maybe you could explain? Any reason for someone to run after you?"
"I ran away, that is about all there is to it." I shrugged. Did I dare even try to explain what went on, I don't think I could ever explain it. Besides, it wasn't anything that I wanted to involve them all in.
"Does your mudder miss you?"
"I no, I don't think so... If you are talking about my real mom, she died in a robbery along with my father. If you are talking about the woman who 'took care of me,' I guess so...in a way. But nothing is worth going back." I said slowly, trying to keep back my tears with a reminder of how mad I was, "I am an orphan. Not all cruelty can be seen, they were taking away my choices in the orphanage. That is why I left, I couldn't live."
"So who do you think this guy was?"
"Was he young or old?" I answered with a shrug.
"Definitely old," he said, "His clothes were nothing special either."
"It was probably Jerry, he was the hired warden for the orphanage."
"Warden?!"
"Well, I guess more like a guardsmen. But, he was more there to keep us in then anyone out." I said, no longer keeping tears back. Bumlets put his arm around my shoulder.
"Well Angel, I won't let anyone bring you back... never." He promised.
"Thanks Bumlets, Thank you." I wonder if I could ever believe that.