Here is Chapter 7... Please read, review, and consider the question I asked in chapter 6.
Newsies aren't mine, but yeah, I would see them on EBay as an "Open Adoption" type of thing. I might keep Spot for myself though...
"Wake-up Marty," Spot nudged me the next morning. I smiled remembering the events of last night, nothing impure or tainting, just the sweet kisses we shared. I shook my head and pulled the blanket around my head so only my face was uncovered.
"I was warned about dis." He leaned close to my unexposed ear. "I have my own liddle ways too, ya know?"
"Just five more minutes!" I groaned and stretched out.
"No." He leaned down and kissed me deeply. I opened my eyes to see his own not even two inches away.
"That's not fair."
He smirked. "Well doll, life's not fair." He threw my clothes at me. "Now get dressed."
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I could tell from the minute I walked into the Brooklyn lodging house that I was unwanted by all of the other boys there. I was a girl, and in their eyes that meant I was wimpy and whiney. So I was determined to prove to these guys that I am not, in fact, who they assume. I took my place in the distribution line among the others and ordered sixty papers. I was all set to go when Spot caught me by the arm.
"Come on, your sellin wid me t'day."
"Since when?" I hate when people try ta tell me what ta do.
"Well, you sure won't be sellin' alone."
"That was the plan." I responded, wondering why I was fighting this in the first place. My biggest fear in coming to Brooklyn was selling alone, and here I was with the opportunity to sell with Spot Conlon.
"Den youse is gonna change da plan." He said firmly, staring me straight in the face.
"What's wrong with my plan?" I stared back, I can't believe I haven't even been here a full day and we are already fightin'.
"Da fact dat you have no one ta protect ya and it's rough out der. Youse could get taken advantage of and I promised Jacky-boy I would watch aftah ya."
"I can take care of myself." I huffed and turned on my heal to walk in the opposite direction. Only then did I realize it was a dead end and was forced to turn back and face Spot again. He smirked, which only made me more irate. He is not helping me prove the boys that I am not the stereotype they imagined. He calmly moved in closer and picked up our conversation where it left off.
"Dat may be Marty, but I kinda was lookin' forward ta ya company," He said in a low, alluring voice. That boy! He could charm his way out of anything.
Not only is Spot good at charming his way out of sticky situations, but he is a really good newsie-not to mention a good liar. He introduced me as his wife to customers, and on several occasions, I was with child. Nevertheless, we did get a fair amount of people telling us to "keep the change" so I am not complaining.
"Now I see why you insisted on being my partner today," I teased referring to our charade. We had sold our last paper and were headed toward the docks.
"Nah, dat was just a perk. I just like to be wid ya, dat's all." He stopped to kiss me lightly. "And I have no idea why."