Chapter 3: Brooklyn comes to visit
We trudged down the stairs, out the door and down to the World distribution center. Les and I had stayed at the lodge because it was too dark to walk back. Hopefully Mama will understand our absence. I left Sarah a note that we were eating out last night too.
We stood in front of the gates in anticipation.
"Who's those goils ya found Jack?" Oscar DeLancy and his so called 'brother' (though they looked nothing like alike) came swaggering toward the group of newsies.
"That's nothin' to your concoin is it Oscar?" Jack answered back quickly and slyly.
Just as Oscar lunged toward Jack the circulation bell rung meaning we must go get our papers to sell.
"The Usual, Weasel." He told the ironically portly man who ran the distribution center. Morris handed him 100 papers. Then he took his usual spot and waited for me to get my papes.
"Hey, it's Brooklyn!" a random newsie shouted.
"What brings you here Spot?" I asked as I got my papes along with some extra for the new girl Carrie who was selling with us today.
"What? A fella can't spot by and see his pals?" he asked.
"No." Racetrack laughed.
"Well I wanted to make sure you bummahs don't get soaked." His retorted his Irish temper acting up again.
"Who's that?" an interested Makena asked.
"That's Spot Colon." I said too busy staring at David to tell more.
"What's he do?" She asked.
"He's like the gang leader of Brooklyn."
"Then why's he here?"
"To see you." I said in a bored tone seeing if that would shut her interested mind up.
"REALLY!" She squealed. All the newsies turned toward her, even Spot.