August 28, 1898
April O'Neil couldn't help but smile as she listened to Michelangelo go on about Newsie business and techniques. He grasped his large stack of papers as they walked to their location, telling her all sorts of tips and pointers on selling. He skipped ahead suddenly, bowing to a couple who were coming their way, and putting on his "cute face," as he called it. Apparently, Mikey could see a sale.
She took this opportunity to look to Donatello, who had remained silent for the greater part of the walk. His brown eyes looked up at her shyly before they found the ground again, and he switched his much smaller stack of newspapers under his other arm. April put a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it comfortingly. Donnie blushed in response and busied himself with adjusting his hat.
Mikey bounded back to them, a wide grin on his freckled face. April could see that the couple had not one, but two papers, one for each of them. She blinked in surprise. How could the kid do that?
"Come on, you two." She said, securing her umbrella in the crook of her arm and pushing the boys forward. "You're losing customers at this rate. I'll get you some ice cream when we're done."
Mikey and Donnie exchanged excited looks at each other, and then to her. "Really?!" Mikey almost squeaked. "Ice cream? You're the best sister ever!" He hugged April tightly and bounded off towards Central Park.
"Thank you, April." Donnie said as he did the same—albeit more gently—and ran off after his brother. "Mikey, wait for me!"
April put a hand on her hat and increased her pace, chasing after the boys with a laugh. Saving for her camera could wait; she had new brothers to spoil.
