Post by polly on Nov 28, 2006 13:44:01 GMT -5
Polly stepped backwards a few steps and leaved against the Horace Greeley Statue. She slowly walked her hands down the stone, eventually ending up in a comfortable sitting position by the statue. She decided that she would not delve furthur into the matter....yet. She looked at the boy, now.
"Forgive me if I'm rude, but you hardly seem like a Bronx kid. What's your story?" she asked tentatively.
"Forgive me if I'm rude, but you hardly seem like a Bronx kid. What's your story?" she asked tentatively.