Warning: Don't ask a lot of the questions below to pregnant women.
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Chapter Six
The Truth
Race held Amanda as long as she said she needed to be. In the morning, Race asked Jack to call a meeting. Amanda was ready to tell the whole truth now. But she still covered herself in her shawl.
"It was started with a man named Victor Delany," Amanda said, "Victor needed an heir. He had gotten married to three women. Each have birth to a girl and died, during or after the labor. Victor decided that he should try starting younger. So he found me. A barly fifteen-year-old girl. Victor promised Father money for my hand in marriage. Father agreed.
"A week later we were married. I became a mother to his daughters. Amelia, Emma, and Madeline. He physically abused them often," Amanda removed the shawl she was wearing. The newsies gasped, "When I learned I was expecting, I told the girls first. They told me to run away. But it it was December then. I waited until Spring to run away. I was found and brought here. I plan to go back and rescue those girls. Be like their Jean Valjean."
Everyone was silent. It scared Amanda to see the newsies silent. They were never like this. Even in their sleep.
"When's da baby gonna be born, Diamond?" Crunchie finally asked.
Amanda grinned. "About two and half weeks."
Then everybody started talking at the same time.
"What are ya gonna name it?"
"Is it a boy or a goil?"
"I's gonna be an uncle!" Jack exclaimed.
"It all makes sense now!"
"How much weight have you gained?"
"Have you picked a name?"
"You aren't gonna have it now, are ya?"
"SHUT UP!" Race screamed.
The room went silent.
"Diamond will answer you's questions when she wants ta!" Race continued, "Now get goin' We's gotta carry da banner soon!"
The newsies started running to get ready. Race turned to Amanda.
"I can't believe I'm gonna be a mother!" exclaimed Amanda.
Though, she felt as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders.
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