Spot reclaimed Brooklyn as leader for one year following Griffin's death, and as such held off on marrying Cat until his life and finances were stable, and the wars on the streets were over, acting as a duel-leader beside his old friend Red.
Soon Catherine became with child, a son, whom Spot named John, after the late Mr. John Barrenger, and because of the child Spot handed over Brooklyn for good.
When World War I started, Spot let his old name die, reclaiming the birth name of Patrick, and then took his family and disappeared to start a whole new life. Only the leader of Manhattan, Jack Kelly, ever truly knew where Patrick had gone, but never spoke of it to anyone, and no rumor ever came close.
The newsie name of 'Spot' that Patrick left behind lived on in Brooklyn, and for many a year that name would always be referred to as the best leader Brooklyn had ever known.
Respect is not something that comes lightly. You have to earn it.
Love is not something that comes everyday. You have to let it grow.
This story involved a woman… and in so, it can come to a close.
It takes many things to make up a man, like hats and canes and slingshots… but only one thing to complete him.
Spot found his.
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THE ENDThat's it, folks! Thanks to all the wonderful reviewers who helped make this story possible—namely SakiSaki, Zip1899, Reffy, Conlonsgirl, and all those that were either with me from the very beginning, or faithfully and/or honestly reviewed until this very chapter—the very end. My love to you all. Be sure to keep a look out for my next Spot story, coming very soon.
Farewell.
Signed,
--RedRogue
