Chapter 6
Spot walked quickly towards the DO where he had told Fire to meet Vivien and himself. He spotted her quickly… practically on top of her he spotted Slim from the Bronx.
"Hey Spot!" Slim smiled as Spot approached them. Fire turned around quickly in surprise.
"Um… Spot I can explain…" Fire started.
"Save it." Spot commanded.
"Explain what?" Slim asked in confusion.
"Why she is playin' me witchu." Spot answered.
"Fire… you'se seein' Spot?" Slim demanded. Fire looked at the ground. "Spot I swear I didn't know! I woulda neveh touched 'er if I woulda known she was your goil. Just please don't hoit me!" Slim said holding his hands above his head.
"Put your 'ands down, Slim. I ain't gonna 'it ya." Spot said rolling his eyes. "Fire I just wanted ta tell ya dat we're through and dat I don't even wanna see ya in dese parts messin' wit me boys."
"Fine… I'll leave… I don't need a boy wit a kid anyways… to much baggage!" Fire said turning away and leaving.
"You'se gotta kid?" Slim asked in shock.
"Yeah I do… ya wanna make something of it?" Spot said giving Slim the famous Conlon glare.
"No… I tink dat's great. So many dads just leave dere kids… but you… you actually take care of it. Man your reputation is gonna sky rocket wit everyone… especially da Bronx." Slim told him.
"I'se gots ta be out now… I gotta go get me kid." Spot told him starting to leave.
"Hey Spot!" Slim called after him.
"Yeah?" Spot asked turning around.
"Are ya bringin' da kid ta Medda's tanight, for da meetin'?" Slim asked. Spot had completely forgot about the meeting.
"Yeah I tink so… see ya dere." Spot said as he walked away. The meeting was held once a month at Irving Hall. It consisted of all of the big newsies. They pretty much just sat around and played cards and drank, while watching the show. It definitely wasn't a place for a four year old… but now it didn't look like he had much of a choice.