I took out a picture, it was a family photo. My father, my cousin Marie, and some others I didn't remember. I was in the picture but what shocked me was who else was in the picture. Sally from the dress shop! Why was she in this picture? I put the picture back.

"Faith are you all right?" Spot asked.

"I'm fine, just confused." I said

"What is it?"

"This is going to sound crazy." I said. "But this woman at this store she had this doll I had and now she is in this picture of my family."

He looks at me strangely.

"And you never meet her before?" He asked.

"I don't remember much from back than."

Spot shrugged.

"I think I'm ready to go. It's getting late." I said.

The truth was that being in the house scared me a little... I didn't want to remember what had happened here.

"So we'll spend the day together?" Spot said.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him.

"You did promise that we would."

Spot took me back to Brooklyn. It was already pretty late. I stayed in Spots room just talking about things.

"Spot whats your name?" I asked.

"You know my name."

"Your real name."

He took another puff on his cigarette.

"Please." I begged.

"James Conlon."

I kissed his cheek.

"I like it."

I was resting on his chest playing with his collar.

"Don't call me that. I kind of hate it."

"I want to know where you came from."

He took a deep breath.

"I told you I'm just a runaway."

"Well so am I. I think I should know."

He looked at me seriously.

"You want the truth?"

"The truth."

"My parents were Irish immigrants. They moved to Brooklyn while my mother was pregnant with me. We lived in this tenement bidding. When I was about four my mom got sick... She died. My dad turned to alcohol. He beat me, so I ran away." He said.

"I'm so sorry..."

"We share something in common."

It didn't seem to bother him. It was like he'd talked about it so many times it didn't really matter anymore. He kissed me softly.

"Spot can I stay the night?" I asked hopefully.

"Jack is going to kill me for this, but yeah." He said "Your going to need some sleep cloths."

"I'll just sleep in this."

He got some of his cloths from a pile in the corner.

"Wear these." He said handing me the cloths.

I look at what he gave me. A dark blue shirt and and some dark pants.

"Didn't you wear this on the day we won the strike?" I asked holding up the shirt.

"You remember that?"

"Well you did ride out on Teddy Roosevelt's coach. It's kind of hard to forget."

He smiled.

"I'll let you change." He said. "I'll be in the bathroom changing. I'll be back in a second."

He walked out of the room. I put on his shirt, it fit loosely. I put on his pants. I looked around the room. I was going to sleep next to Spot! I smiled. I saw a small cigar box on a table. I didn't want to snoop. Mostly because me and Spot hadn't even been together for a day and I didn't want to lose him because of a little cigar box. I looked at myself in the mirror. I would never call myself pretty without makeup or anything, but that night I felt pretty. I hear the door open. I turn around and see Spot in the doorway. He closes the door behind him.

"Are you ready for bed?" Spot asked.

I nodded. I got into bed. Spot laid next to me.

"Goodnight." Spot said kissing me on the forehead.

"Goodnight."

"I love you." He whispered.

"I love you too." I kissed him.

And then I drifted off to sleep. The next morning I woke up on Spots chest.

"Good morning." Spot said.

"Good morning Spot."

"I have to go to work." Spot said. "I'll be late."

I kissed his cheek.

"I'll just go back to Manhattan-"

"No. I got West to watch you."

"I don't even know West!"

"Look, I'll be back in a few hours. Then I will take you back to Manhattan." He kissed me.

"All right."

Spot took some cloths from the pile.

"I love you Spot." I said.

"I love you too." He said. "I'll see you in a bit."

"Yeah see you in a bit."

Spot walked out of the room. I looked over at the cigar box. It was like it was telling me to open it. I walked over to the box and opened it. I opened the box. It was filled with headlines ripped out of papers. Some of them where quotes and pictures. I found a few from the strike. I also found a picture of Spot as a child. He had to be about three. I put the picture back into the box and close it. I changed into my cloths and went to get washed up. I walked into the wash room. I started washing my face

"Hey." I heard.

I turned to see a boy standing there. This must be West.

"Hey..."

I grabbed for a towel to dry my face.

"You must be West." I said.

"Yeah."

I don't know why Spot had to get West to watch me. I guess he wanted to watch out for me.

"Spot usually doesn't have his girls stay the night without... you know..." He said.

Well ok. How do I respond to that? For some reason my mind went to the girl Race was with at the rally. Who was she?

"How long have you had a girl newsie for?" I asked.

He looked at me strangely.

"There is no girl newsie in Brooklyn." He said.

"But there was one at the rally."

"Well she wasn't from here."

He walked away now I was confused. I sat in Spots room the rest of the day. It was very boring. Spot came back in an hour or two.

"Spot is there a girl newsie in Brooklyn?" I asked.

"No, why?"

"Because I saw one at the rally with Race." I said.

"I thought she was from Manhattan."

"No, I'm the only girl newsie from Manhattan."

"Shit." He said under his breath.

"What is it?"

"Steel is sending his little damn spies on us."

I wrapped my arms around him from behind.

"I should get you home. Jack is probably really worried." Spot said.

"Yeah. You know we're going to have to tell him about us you know."

"Thats going to be dangerous." He laughed.

"Deadly." I kissed his neck.

Spot and I went back to Manhattan. I was pretty worried about telling Jack, even though I didn't show it. I knew he would be a little upset but I wasn't sure how upset... We eventually reached the boarding house. Then my nerves really started to get to me. I held Spots hand tightly.

"Are you alright?" Spot asked.

"Yeah."

"You look worried, is it about telling Jack?"

I nodded.

"Everything is going to be fine!" He kissed my hand.

"Maybe I should tell him."

"On your own?"

"Yeah, I think he would take it better that way." I said.

"If thats what you want to do."

We kissed goodbye. I walked into the boarding house. My heart was pounding. I walked up the stairs.

"Faith!" I heard. "Thank god your okay!"

It was Race. He wrapped his arms around me.

"Where were you?" He asked.

All of a sudden I feel guilty. Guilty about going to Richmond, guilty about kissing Spot, guilty about spending the night with Spot and guilty about loving Spot. What do I say?

"I was in Brooklyn..." I answered.

"I'm just glad your okay."

I nodded. What the hell do I say now?

"Thanks, Race... I have to talk to Jack."

Just about everybody was staring at me and I felt very awkward.

"Racetrack where is Jack?" I asked.

"In the room." He said.

"Thanks."

I walked over to the room and opened the door. Jack was sitting by himself. He looked very upset and stressed.

"Jack." I said weakly.

He turned to look at me. He looked a bit relieved.

"Where the hell were you last night?" He asked.

I closed the door.

"Thats what I wanted to talk to you about." I said. "Last night I was with Spot and we-"

"He didn't do anything to you did he?" He said getting up from his chair.

"Not like that..."

"Well than like what."

"Jack me and Spot are-"

"No! I'm not letting that happen!"

"I love him." I said. "Jack I'm getting older you can't treat me like a five year old anymore!"

"You two haven't-"

"No. But Jack you have to stop treating me like a child!"

"That isn't why." Jack said. "Another person loves you."

"Who?"

"I can't tell."

He tried to leave but I blocked the only exit.

"Who?" I repeated.

"I swore not to tell!"

"Jack please." I begged. "Tell me who it is."

He looked at me. He looked like this was going to ruin something. Something important. He took a deep breath.

"Racetrack."