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Chapter 21

"Hey, Toothpick, what are ya doin' down here? You're turnin' into Race," Tommy said, spying Jenna rounding a corner around the stables.

"Huh? Oh, uh, I dunno," she shrugged nervously as Tommy eyed her suspiciously. She offered a huge smile in return to try to convince him she wasn't up to something. It didn't work.

"Where've ya been the last few days, Toothpick?" Crutchy asked.

The newsies still referred to her as "Toothpick," everyone except Racetrack, Davey, and Les. Jenna was their sister now so "Jenna" just felt more natural. Racetrack called her "Jenna" because, of course, she was his girlfriend. Tommy had even taken to calling her "Toothpick" after hearing her nickname because he loved it and thought it was just perfect. Jenna wasn't Jenna without a toothpick hanging out of her mouth. Besides smoking, picking his teeth was another of Tommy's habits as well. They now had a deal that every other week Jenna would buy the toothpicks and the week in between it was Tommy's job. Racetrack and Jenna would meet at the tracks now to play their harmonicas and be with each other. She never went there without him though, well, she hadn't until the past week.

"Around," she replied, shrugging.

"Why ain't ya sellin' wid us anymore?" Crutchy asked. "Mr. Jones's been wonderin' 'bout ya, so has everyone else."

"I'll be back tomorrow, I just had stuff ta do," she said, waltzing off down the street as Crutchy and Les stared after her.

"Stuff ta do, huh? She said anythin' at home, Les?" Crutchy asked, looking down at the boy. Les shook his head.

"Nope," he replied. "She's been really su-su-su-"

"Suspicious?" Crutchy offered, chuckling.

"Yeah, that's what Davey and Sarah both say," he said. Crutchy nodded.

"Your jar's getting pretty full, Jenna," Davey commented, glancing at the glad jar full of coins beside Jenna's bed.

"I'm gettin' there," she replied.

"What do you mean?" he asked, confused.

"Ah, nothin'," she sighed.

"Come on, Jenna, what's going on? What are you saving for?" he pried.

"I ain't tellin' ya," she said stubbornly. "I ain't tellin' anybody." Davey sighed and walked away. Jenna smirked.

"So what's goin' on wid Toothpick?" Tommy asked Racetrack as the two smoked said be side, leaning against the fence.

"What do ya mean?" he questioned.

"Well, I saw her down here yesterday durnin' da day," Tommy replied.

"Really? What for?" Racetrack asked.

"She wouldn't say," he said. Racetrack looked at him suspiciously.

"What's goin' on?" he asked.

"If I don't even know what she was doin' down here, how would I know what's goin' on?" Tommy retorted with a grin.

"Hey, Race!" Crutchy called, running up to the boy as they entered the boarding house.

"Hey, Crutchy," he said, turning around, cigar sticking out his mouth. "What's up?"

"I was just wonderin' if Toothpick's been kinda mysterious around you lately. Everyone else is in da dark," he explained.

"Sorry, it's just as dark wid me, she won't hardly tell me anythin'," Racetrack replied.

"Davey said she's savin' for somethin', she won't say what though," Crutchy said.

"She hasn't even said anythin' ta you?" Racetrack asked.

"Nope," Crutchy said.

"She tells you everythin', if she won't even tell you it must be big," Racetrack said.

I wonder what's goin' on.

"Jenna, where are we goin'?" Racetrack asked. Early that morning she had blindfolded him and led him around the town in circles so he would never be able to figure out where they were going. This was what she had been waiting for. She had finally found a good use for her money.

"Oh, it's time, huh?" a frail voice whispered.

"Sure is, I paid for it yesterday," the girl replied. Jenna then led Racetrack through a turns-dial and down a noisy path. "Ya ready, Race?"

"I've been ready, now get this dang handkerchief out of me eyes," Racetrack replied as she untied it slowly. When his eyes were uncovered he couldn't believe what they were seeing. It was his dream and for a minute he thought her was dreaming until Jenna's voice awoke him.

"I-it's a permanent box down at the races," she whispered happily, tears of jot forming in her eyes.

He was stunned, absolutely speechless. It was real, right there in front of him. He reached out his hand and touched the firm wood, painted in the usual white. It wasn't just a box though; it was right on the sidelines, right in the action alongside the finish-line. There was a package of peanuts in one of the seats and even a sign nailed into the wood with "Anthony Higgins" engraved in it. It was too much and as he whipped around to look at Jenna she saw tears welling up in his eyes.

"J-Jenna," he breathed. "W-what's this for?"

"Do I have to have a reason?" she asked. He couldn't believe it.

"You mean this is for, for nothing?" he exclaimed.

"Not nothing, Race," she said, stepping closer to the boy.

"H-how can I accept this? I mean, what do you want in return?" he demanded.

"Nothing," she replied. He looked at her, amazed. "Well, maybe one thing."

"What? Anything," he said.

"Stop smoking," she said with a smile.

"Done," he agreed, taking his cigar out of his pocket and stomping it into the dirt beneath them. Suddenly he grabbed her around the waist, pulling Jenna into his body as his lips covered hers in love. She held him just as tight, never wanting to be released. His arms held her with a strength that brought comfort, joy, and protection all at once. The love in their hearts soared to heaven and as they stood there, lips locked, there was only one thought in her head.

Don't you see, Racetrack, you made my dream come true, this was the least I could do. My dream was to be truly loved and accepted, and you, Racetrack, made it come true. I love you.

The End