Prologue

The sun had set over the city of New York, and the night rose. Two young children traveled across the Brooklyn Bridge.

"Where are wese goin'?" asked the younger girl.

"Ta see a good friend of mine," said the older boy.

The little girl looked out into the darkness with big brown eyes, just like her brother's. She only looked about the age of 9 and had long sandy brown hair. The boy, who was the little girl's big brother, kept his eye's straight on Brooklyn. He looked around the age 11 and looked very serious yet still very handsome for a child.

"Is wis goin' ta see Spot?" she asked.

He nodded with out looking at her, which caused his brown hair to fall in his face; he didn't want his sister to see him crying. They continued to Brooklyn in silence. Before they reached Spot's home, the boy turned to his sister.

"Nancy, I can't take care of you no more, you haveta go live wit Spot for a whiles," he said trying not to get choked up. Nancy shook her head in disbelief; she couldn't believe her big brother, the only family she had, was leaving her.

"Eveah since," he paused a moment, "Dad got inta jail, I gots no money to take care of yas." Nancy's eyes filled up with tears as her brother walked over to an old beat up house. He knocked on the door.

"Who be dere?" a voice said.

"It's me, Spot," the boy said. The door opened and a small boy who looked about the age of 13 peered out. He looked at his friend and then at Nancy; he extended his hand to her.

"Go on, Nan, Spot will takes good cares of ya," the boy said. Nancy reluctantly walked up to Spot and her brother turned around and ran home as fast as he could. Nancy watched him run.

"No..." she started, "No! NO! DAON LEAVE ME HERE! FRANCIS! COME BACK! FRANCIS!" she sobbed as her brother Francis Sullivan ran back to Manhattan.