We arrived back on the crowded streets of Manhattan when it was just
getting dark and we first headed to the Lodging House where I dropped the
stuff I had taken from my old apartment and the vacated shop. We then
headed off for Tibby's to find Jack, Bailey, and Angel. We entered and saw
that the small resteraunt was way more crowded than usual and was filled
with many newsies I didn't recognize. We finally spotted Jack, Bailey and
Angel at a table in the center of the chaos.
As we fought our way through the assortment of newsies with many of them calling greetings to Spot and Race. Also I could feel many eyes staring at me and if it hadn't been so noisy I was sure there would have been whispers. But then again, I told myself silently, who really gives a _ _ _ _! So I was smiling when Jack looked up and seeing us said, "Hey yer back!"
"Well done, well done, Mista Obvious," Race smirked at him, smacking him on the cheek.
Ignoring him for a change Jack asked us if the Harlem newsies had agreed to join the rally.
"O course we got Harlem," Spot said, "How could we not have, wid me along?"
As much as some things changed Spot never did, I thought wryly. I also knew that I should probaly tell everyone else, as in Angel, Bailey, and Jack, about my life before in Harlem just in case Knuckles or Deuce taged along with Trixy to Manhattan.
"So," I said, " I take it we got most o de odda newsies too?" I indicated the overcrowded resteraunt.
"Not jus some, we got all o dem," Angel said happily.
"Jus goes te show how much we all hate de Crypts," Bailey added with a smile.
"Have ye guys decided how yer gonna do dis rally anyways?" Race asked the three that had stayed in Manhattan.
"Well," Jack began, "We think it'd be easia te bring de newsies te de Crypts radda den tryin te get de Crypts te come te us. I mean foist orda o business is te negotiate, right?" Then without waiting for a response to that he went on. "Den o course if dey won't leave Doodles alone..." He trailed off.
Race, who was glaring at no one in particular said, "I think I'll soak em no matta whudd. Dey don't desoive no negotiation."
Bailey nodded but I shook my head. "We all know dey aren't gonna agree te anythin we want dem te do anyways so I say we jus play wid em den soak em. But dey also might try te trick us, te pretend dat dey agree. I think we jus need te teach em not te mess wid us." I finished and nodded my head to confirm what I had just said.
The agreement was unanimous as everyone nodded at me.
"We have te be careful dough," Angel said. "We don't know fer sure dat dey don't have anything else planned fer Doodles and dey can be tricky. We'll have te watch out fer dem at de rally...all o dem."
I had to agree with what she said. I had not forgotten Razor "Patrick" and all the other tricks that the Crypts had played on us. "When is de rally set fer?" I asked Jack.
"Day afta tommorow," he told me, "I want to make sure that all o de newsies are hea. Dat should give em enough time."
I nodded. "Good, now wats te eat? I'm starving."
Later that night I was back at Medda's in the room she had given to Race and me the previous night. I was thinking about how much I had changed since my mother's murder and my escape to Manhattan. More had happened since that then had happened in my whole life and though Shadow and the Crypts were a worrying thought I was happier than I had ever been before. It was then that I remembered my nightmare from the previous night. I still had no idea what it meant and why I would have dreamed that in particular. Especially so because I hardl y ever remembered my dreams, if I had any, and this dream had been particularily strange. It was then that Race walked into the room.
"Hey whudder ye up te?" he asked me sitting next to me.
"Just thinkin," I replied. "I think I need to tell Bailey, Angel, and Jack about Knuckles and Deuce. They should know...in case they show up wid Trixy."
"No need te worry 'bout dat," Race said with a smile on his face. "She an de Harlem newsies jus got hea an neidda o em came. Ye might wanna go talk te Trixy fer de full details o whudd she did te em," he smiled wistfully," I jus wish I coulda been deyre te take part in it all."
"Really?" I said with a laugh feeling the rest of the burdon of my old hurts come off my chest. I had not been aware but ever sense I had come to Manhattan they had lessoned with my growing friendships. "Lets go," and I bounded off the bed and grabbing Race's hand dragged him behind me.
Trixy was downstairs and surrounded by a good majority of the Manhattan newsies who had come to see Medda's show that night. We could see Mush and Blink, among others, both fighting for her attention. I pushed my way through them, Race stopping to talk to Mush and Blink, to talk to her.
"Hi," she said when she saw me, "I suppose ye wanna hea 'bout Deuce an Knuckles eh?" she grinned.
"Well..." I said thinking it over and then deciding that I didn't really care I asked, "Are day hurting?"
"Oh yea," she said smugly.
"Well den, dats good enough fer me," I laughed and hugged her. "Thanks"
"Yer welcome o course. But dis was fer me too," she said. "Now 'bout dat rally...?" she ended on a question.
"Day afta tommoroa," I told her, "ye'll hea moa 'bout it from Jack I suppose-"
"Whudd 'bout me?" Spot cut in just walking over to us.
"Ah yea," I rolled my eyes. "O course Spot. Geez I'd think dat ye'd be de most self-assured guy in all o New Yawk but hea I am still assurin ye," I teased him.
"Of course he's self-assured," Angel said. She had come up next to Spot. "He just likes te hea about it."
Spot looked as though he was going to deny it then decided against it. Instead he just smiled slyly and winked at us both.
Shaking our heads, me and Angel turned and walked away.
"Fine! Seeya lata!", Spot called after our retreating backs.
Laughing a little, and thinking about how nice it was to laugh I went to find Race, who I had lost while talking to Trixy. I didn't find him however and so I decided to just go up to the roof for awhile. Angel left to talk to some of the other newsies or something, I wasn't really sure. It was almost dark as I walked onto the roof welcoming the cool breeze drifting across the skyline. I sat then decided I'd be more comfortable if I lay down and for the longest time I lay there not thining of much and became so comfortable I didn't even realize that I was drifting asleep...
As we fought our way through the assortment of newsies with many of them calling greetings to Spot and Race. Also I could feel many eyes staring at me and if it hadn't been so noisy I was sure there would have been whispers. But then again, I told myself silently, who really gives a _ _ _ _! So I was smiling when Jack looked up and seeing us said, "Hey yer back!"
"Well done, well done, Mista Obvious," Race smirked at him, smacking him on the cheek.
Ignoring him for a change Jack asked us if the Harlem newsies had agreed to join the rally.
"O course we got Harlem," Spot said, "How could we not have, wid me along?"
As much as some things changed Spot never did, I thought wryly. I also knew that I should probaly tell everyone else, as in Angel, Bailey, and Jack, about my life before in Harlem just in case Knuckles or Deuce taged along with Trixy to Manhattan.
"So," I said, " I take it we got most o de odda newsies too?" I indicated the overcrowded resteraunt.
"Not jus some, we got all o dem," Angel said happily.
"Jus goes te show how much we all hate de Crypts," Bailey added with a smile.
"Have ye guys decided how yer gonna do dis rally anyways?" Race asked the three that had stayed in Manhattan.
"Well," Jack began, "We think it'd be easia te bring de newsies te de Crypts radda den tryin te get de Crypts te come te us. I mean foist orda o business is te negotiate, right?" Then without waiting for a response to that he went on. "Den o course if dey won't leave Doodles alone..." He trailed off.
Race, who was glaring at no one in particular said, "I think I'll soak em no matta whudd. Dey don't desoive no negotiation."
Bailey nodded but I shook my head. "We all know dey aren't gonna agree te anythin we want dem te do anyways so I say we jus play wid em den soak em. But dey also might try te trick us, te pretend dat dey agree. I think we jus need te teach em not te mess wid us." I finished and nodded my head to confirm what I had just said.
The agreement was unanimous as everyone nodded at me.
"We have te be careful dough," Angel said. "We don't know fer sure dat dey don't have anything else planned fer Doodles and dey can be tricky. We'll have te watch out fer dem at de rally...all o dem."
I had to agree with what she said. I had not forgotten Razor "Patrick" and all the other tricks that the Crypts had played on us. "When is de rally set fer?" I asked Jack.
"Day afta tommorow," he told me, "I want to make sure that all o de newsies are hea. Dat should give em enough time."
I nodded. "Good, now wats te eat? I'm starving."
Later that night I was back at Medda's in the room she had given to Race and me the previous night. I was thinking about how much I had changed since my mother's murder and my escape to Manhattan. More had happened since that then had happened in my whole life and though Shadow and the Crypts were a worrying thought I was happier than I had ever been before. It was then that I remembered my nightmare from the previous night. I still had no idea what it meant and why I would have dreamed that in particular. Especially so because I hardl y ever remembered my dreams, if I had any, and this dream had been particularily strange. It was then that Race walked into the room.
"Hey whudder ye up te?" he asked me sitting next to me.
"Just thinkin," I replied. "I think I need to tell Bailey, Angel, and Jack about Knuckles and Deuce. They should know...in case they show up wid Trixy."
"No need te worry 'bout dat," Race said with a smile on his face. "She an de Harlem newsies jus got hea an neidda o em came. Ye might wanna go talk te Trixy fer de full details o whudd she did te em," he smiled wistfully," I jus wish I coulda been deyre te take part in it all."
"Really?" I said with a laugh feeling the rest of the burdon of my old hurts come off my chest. I had not been aware but ever sense I had come to Manhattan they had lessoned with my growing friendships. "Lets go," and I bounded off the bed and grabbing Race's hand dragged him behind me.
Trixy was downstairs and surrounded by a good majority of the Manhattan newsies who had come to see Medda's show that night. We could see Mush and Blink, among others, both fighting for her attention. I pushed my way through them, Race stopping to talk to Mush and Blink, to talk to her.
"Hi," she said when she saw me, "I suppose ye wanna hea 'bout Deuce an Knuckles eh?" she grinned.
"Well..." I said thinking it over and then deciding that I didn't really care I asked, "Are day hurting?"
"Oh yea," she said smugly.
"Well den, dats good enough fer me," I laughed and hugged her. "Thanks"
"Yer welcome o course. But dis was fer me too," she said. "Now 'bout dat rally...?" she ended on a question.
"Day afta tommoroa," I told her, "ye'll hea moa 'bout it from Jack I suppose-"
"Whudd 'bout me?" Spot cut in just walking over to us.
"Ah yea," I rolled my eyes. "O course Spot. Geez I'd think dat ye'd be de most self-assured guy in all o New Yawk but hea I am still assurin ye," I teased him.
"Of course he's self-assured," Angel said. She had come up next to Spot. "He just likes te hea about it."
Spot looked as though he was going to deny it then decided against it. Instead he just smiled slyly and winked at us both.
Shaking our heads, me and Angel turned and walked away.
"Fine! Seeya lata!", Spot called after our retreating backs.
Laughing a little, and thinking about how nice it was to laugh I went to find Race, who I had lost while talking to Trixy. I didn't find him however and so I decided to just go up to the roof for awhile. Angel left to talk to some of the other newsies or something, I wasn't really sure. It was almost dark as I walked onto the roof welcoming the cool breeze drifting across the skyline. I sat then decided I'd be more comfortable if I lay down and for the longest time I lay there not thining of much and became so comfortable I didn't even realize that I was drifting asleep...