|
|
Post by Gwennie on Sept 19, 2008 20:13:12 GMT -5
"Oh" said Gwennie, recognition flooding her features "dat Les Jacobs. I t'ink I heard a' him. Nevah met 'im though." she answered, pausing for a moment before adding " are you from 'Hattan too? I got friend down dere his name's Milo an' he's seven" she held up seven fingers to accentuate her point "do ya know 'im?"
|
|
|
|
Post by pupdawkinsseitz on Sept 19, 2008 20:16:39 GMT -5
"No, I don't know many newsies yet. I know Les, David, Mabel, Hawkeye, Jade, and Racetrack." Pup finished and took a deep breath.
|
|
|
|
Post by Gwennie on Sept 19, 2008 20:27:12 GMT -5
"Well you should meet 'im. He's real nice. He don' talk real much 'til he knows ya an' even den he's not real wordy but he's fun ta play wit" Gwennie commented, taking the straw out of her malt and tipping the glass back leaving her with with a mustache of ice cream on her upper lip which she promptly licked off, giggling a bit as she did so.
|
|
|
|
Post by pupdawkinsseitz on Sept 19, 2008 20:30:38 GMT -5
Pup giggled and sipped some of his, leaving him with a mustache also. He laughed and licked it off.
"So is Gwenni yar real name or is it a nickname?" He asked curiously, spinning on the chair.
|
|
|
|
Post by Gwennie on Sept 19, 2008 20:38:21 GMT -5
"Gwennie's sorta my real name" replied Gwennie hesitantly, unsure whether it counted or not "It's a part a' it anyhow. My full name is Gwendolyn Aranrhod Iver" she finished, pleased at how big it sounded "People jus' call me Gwennie 'cause it's shortah"
|
|
|
|
Post by pupdawkinsseitz on Sept 19, 2008 20:41:28 GMT -5
"Oh, I see. Me real name is Stuart Dawkins Sietz. But I Les calls me Pup. So dat's me nickname." Pup said forgetting to be more secretive about his last name. He didn't want anybody to know he was Pulitzer's assistant's son. He looked down at the counter a little nervously.
|
|
|
|
Post by Gwennie on Sept 19, 2008 20:53:31 GMT -5
"Oh" answered Gwennie, unaware of the connection to the newspaper giant's trusted employee "dat's a neat name. My bruddah used ta have a friend named Stuart 'fore he died"
|
|
|
|
Post by pupdawkinsseitz on Sept 19, 2008 20:55:14 GMT -5
'Thanks. Oh I'se sorry bout yar brudda. I've never had any siblings." Pup explained spinning on the chair again.
|
|
|
|
Post by Gwennie on Sept 19, 2008 21:34:29 GMT -5
"It's okay" replied Gwennie, remaining cheerful despite the sad topic " It ain't yoah fault" she smiled at his comment "Dat's too bad. Bruddahs are a lotta fun. I don' know about sistahs 'cause I nevah had any but I t'ink I was a pretty fun sistah ta have so dere prolly pretty good too."
|
|
|
|
Post by pupdawkinsseitz on Sept 19, 2008 21:39:13 GMT -5
"Yeah. Les and Dave are kinda like me bruddas I spose." Pup said.
|
|
|
|
Post by Gwennie on Sept 19, 2008 22:21:03 GMT -5
"Yeah?" asked Gwennie rhetorically, glad that Pup had siblings of some sort "dat's neat. My friend Rhoda's got two siblings too, dere sistah's, though, an' dere youngah. Dere still pretty neat too though, and she's got a mama. Do you got a mama?" she asked, turning to face him.
|
|
|
|
Post by pupdawkinsseitz on Sept 20, 2008 10:27:31 GMT -5
"Yeah, I do have a Mama." Pup said softly, his smile fading and being replaced by a sad frown. His mother wasn't anything to brag about. She was never nice well except for when his daddy was home but he knew it was all fake a lie. He sighed and then remembered.
"Wait I did have a sister. A twin. She died three years ago when I was four." Pup said softly remembering.
|
|
|
|
Post by Gwennie on Sept 20, 2008 10:47:15 GMT -5
"Oh... dat's too bad." Gwennie replied, understandingly "how'd she die?" she asked, careful to keep her voice gentle "ya don' have ta tell me if ya don' want to" she assured him, looking at him with sympathetic eyes.
|
|
|
|
Post by pupdawkinsseitz on Sept 20, 2008 10:55:02 GMT -5
"She got real sick. We both did cept she died and I lived. Me mama was shocked. She liked her better. She was mad that she died and I lived. So from then on.....she beat me hard." Pup explained softly, he couldn't keep it a secret anymore. He had to tell somebody and he figured Gwennie was nice and a good person to tell.
|
|
|
|
Post by Gwennie on Sept 20, 2008 11:14:01 GMT -5
"Oh" replied Gwennie, relatively unfazed by the fact that he had been beaten by his mother. Not that she didn't feel sorry about it, she did, It was just that she had known so many people who had been beaten and abused that it no longer came as a shock to her. In fact, she was usually pretty shocked when she met someone who hadn't been beaten by their parents. "I'm sorry, Y'know, my parents an' my bruddah died a' sickness too, grippe, Joseph got it first from school an' den I got it, and en mama got it, an' den papa got it . I got bettah aftah awhile an' dey jus'.. didn't" her voice dropped off and she took a long sip from her now almost completely melted malt. "What was her name?" she asked quietly, looking back over at him.
|
|
