"Do you really think this is a good idea, Jack?"
one of the other newsies, a dark-haired boy named David, was saying in
a quiet voice as they made their way to the State Home for Girls late that
night. Chloe had shown up at the Lodging House an hour earlier, scaring
the socks off of one newsboy named Skittery when she'd popped up unexpectedly
outside the front door as he was heading inside. Jack had recruited several
more of the boys and they had all set off for the jailbreak.
"I mean, you just got out of trouble with the police,
if you get back in…." the boy named David was going on, and Chloe's hand
itched to smack him.
"Don't worry about it, Dave," Cowboy, whose real
name, Chloe discovered, was Jack, was replying, shifting the rope he was
carrying over one arm. "Dis is da easiest t'ing you ever did, trust me."
"That's what I'm afraid of," David sighed as they
hid in the shadows against the huge old building. Chloe flattened herself
along the wall and glanced around. There were six of them altogether: herself,
Jack, David, two other newsboys named Mush and Blink, and a newsgirl, Sunshine,
whose presence didn't seem necessary, but she had insisted on joining them
anyway.
"'Sides, I owe Flip dis much," Jack muttered as
they waited for a chance to slip inside the gates. Chloe glanced at him,
curious despite the terror that gripped her.
"What'd she do for ya?" the one called Blink asked.
He had blonde hair and a patch over one eye that was probably the source
of his name. Jack shrugged.
"Long story, I'll tell ya about it sometime," he
said, then the gates swung open to let out a carriage, obviously one of
the guards returning home from duty. "Now!" Jack hissed into the darkness,
and the group slipped quickly through the open gate and onto the grounds.
Several minutes later, they were on the roof.
"Is this gonna work?" David asked as Jack tied
a rope around his midsection.
"A' course it's gonna woik, done it a million times,"
came the reply. Chloe, kneeling by the roof's edge, heard her sister's
own cocksure attitude in his voice and almost smiled. The plan was this:
apparently the bars on the Home's windows were quite easily removed from
the outside, so two of the boys, Jack and Blink, would be lowered by two
separate ropes over the edge of the roof to the window. Jack would remove
the bars, using Blink to hold whatever he couldn't while he worked until
he got the window open so that Amelia could climb out. Another rope would
help her climb to the roof.
"I still think this is a bad idea," David muttered
as they got to work lowering the two boys over the edge. Neither of them
weighed too much, so the task wasn't as difficult as expected, also the
ropes were tied securely to chimneys so even if someone lost their grip
they wouldn't fall.
"Would you shut up?" Sunshine hissed, smacking
David lightly on the back of his head. "This is gonna woik."
It seemed like a long time before the bars were
off, and below them, Jack knocked lightly on glass. There was the scratch
of a window opening, and a female voice saying "Heyah Cowboy, you here
for Flip?"
"You bet," Jack answered. "She around?"
"Course, she knew you was comin' for 'er."
"Well, it's about bloody time, Cowboy, whadja do,
stop for a nap on da way?"
Chloe felt faint with relief. Her sister's voice
was filled with its usual arrogance and not a bit of humility.
"Stop yer bawlin' and get out here, Flip," Jack
replied. More scratching noises, and a short, agonizing while later, Amelia's
red/blonde head appeared over the edge of the roof. Chloe rushed to her
and helped her over the ledge.
"Heyah, kid," Amelia smiled and hugged her sister
as she got to her feet. "Good goin'."
Blink and Jack both made it back to the roof and
the group slipped quietly away into the night.
Hey, t'anks a lot, Cowboy," Amelia stopped at Horace
Greeley Square and nodded in the opposite direction of where the newsies
were going. "We gots ta go dat way."
"Yeah, thank you very much," Chloe added in a soft
voice. Jack frowned slightly.
"Why don't you two come on back to da Lodging House
wit' us?" he suggested. Amelia's eyebrows shot up.
"And do what?" she demanded. "Sell papes wit'chu?"
"Why not? It's a good idea," he replied and Amelia
began to laugh.
"No, t'anks, Cowboy, I ain't no good at hawkin'
headlines," she said.
"How do you know? You ain't never tried it," the
girl, Sunshine, muttered. Amelia's smile faded.
"So what? I'm good at what I does."
"Can't be that good, you got arrested, didn't you?"
David commented, and Chloe had to grab her sister's hand to keep her from
hitting him.
"But if you sell papes, you don't gotta steal no more,"
Mush pointed out.
"Yeah, den ya wouldn't have ta worry 'bout endin'
up in jail again," Blink put in. Amelia rolled her eyes.
"Oh, gimme a break," she sighed.
"You oughtta t'ink about ya sistuh," Jack added.
"What if she went ta jail? She wouldn't be able to handle jail." Chloe
bristled in indignation at this, although deep down she knew he was right.
"Oh, look, Jacky-boy won his liddle strike so now
he t'inks he can save da woild," Amelia snorted. "Listen Cowboy, I 'ppreciate
what you done for me, but I didn't ask for your approval, I don't need
it, and I coytainly don't want it! T'anks for helpin' me, now we's even."
She turned away, grabbing Chloe's arm. "Les' go home, Chloe."
With that, the two of them headed off into the
night. Chloe nearly had to run to keep up with hr sister's long, fast strides.
"Amy, why are you so mad?" she finally asked as
they turned into the alley that hid the entrance to the abandoned building
where they made their home.
"I ain't mad," Amelia snapped as she led the younger
girl inside.
"Yes, you are, you're real mad," Chloe took her
hat off and sat down on the dirt floor.
"What's so bad about bein' a newsie anyway?"
Amelia sighed heavily.
"It means ya lose your freedom, ya gotta be at
a coytain place at a coytain time, and ya work ya butt off for only a liddle
money. It ain't for me. Besides," she added. "It means ya gotta look at
da Delancy Bruddas every single day, and dat's enough to make me not wanna
be a newsie. Now go ta sleep."
It was two days later,
and life was back to normal.
He never knew what hit him, Chloe snickered to herself
as she dashed down an alley, checking over her shoulder to make sure no
one was in pursuit. She had just hit an older, obviously wealthy gentleman,
relieving him of his pocket watch, his wallet, and one set of gold cufflinks,
all at once. She was feeling pretty proud of herself as she ran out of
the alley, turned a corner, and barreled straight into someone.
"Hey!"
The impact sent them both flying to the ground
and Chloe let out a cry as her newly acquired prize ended up in the dirt.
She scrabbled for the gold pocket watch even as she heard someone say her
name. Looking up, she recognized one of the newsboys from the Manhattan
Lodging House. In fact, she recognized those blue eyes a little too well;
they'd been the very same ones she'd found herself staring into that night
on the fire escape. She'd briefly been introduced to him the night they
had broken Amelia out of the State Home, but in her agitation that night
she hadn't realized then that it had been him she'd seen through the window.
"You all right?" he asked, holding a hand out to
her. Stuffing the watch away into her own pocket, she accepted his hand
and let him help her up. What was his name again? She struggled to remember
it. "You're Chloe, Flip Cavanaugh's sistuh," he said. Chloe nodded. Dutchy,
that was it.
"Yeah, sorry 'bout dat," she said. His newspapers
had gone flying when they'd collided, so she helped him gather them up.
"Dat's all right," he smiled at her, and Chloe
found herself smiling back. "You runnin' from someone?"
Chloe shrugged her thin shoulders. "Nah."
"Just runnin'?"
"Sorta. I'm meetin' me sistuh," she explained,
nodding in the direction of the nearby crowd. A boxing match was going
on, and people milled about everywhere. It was exactly the perfect place
for a pickpocket to work. The newsboy nodded, golden blonde hair
flopping across his forehead.
"Uh, hey, listen, a bunch of us is goin' to Medda's
latuh, ya wanna come?" he asked, scuffing at the dirt ground with one foot.
Chloe blinked at him in mystification.
"What for?" she wanted to know. He shrugged.
"I dunno, just ta see da show… ya don't have to
if ya don't wanna…"
"Well, all right, I'll ask my sistuh," she said.
He smiled a sweet, sunny smile and nodded, and
the two of them wandered over to the square where the boxing match was
in its eighth round already.
"Hey, Dutchy!" someone called out of the crowd,
and Chloe looked up to see Jack, Racetrack, a newsboy named Crutchy (she
only remembered because of the wooden crutch he leaned on), and a newsgirl
called Matchbox, approaching them.
"Heyah, Chloe," Jack grinned at her as the group
exchanged greetings. "Where's Flip?"
"She'll be heah in a minute," Chloe answered, looking
around for her sister. No sign of her, no doubt she'd pop up in that unexpected
way that was a family trait.
"I invited Chloe to come to Medda's tonight," Dutchy
put in and Jack nodded.
"You oughtta," he said cheerfully. Chloe smiled,
ducking her head to hide the blush that lit her pale cheeks. She'd never
had friends before, Amelia had always insisted on a solitary existence
for the two of them, and she definitely liked having other people in her
life.
"Heyah fellas," Amelia appeared out of the crowd,
materializing beside Racetrack. She smiled at them, the disagreement they'd
had two nights prior plainly forgotten in her capricious nature.
"Hey Flip, you comin' to Medda's tonight?" Race
wanted to know. Amelia shrugged as she held out her hand for the result
of Chloe's day's work. Chloe handed over the wallet, pocket watch and cufflinks,
and her sister whistled in admiration.
"Maybe. Hey Race, what time is it?" she grinned
at him, looking up from her inspection of the stolen items. Racetrack reached
into his vest pocket and let out a yowl of surprise.
"Me watch! Where's me watch?" he demanded, searching
his pockets. Amelia was snickering and Chloe almost groaned out loud. Her
sister had the most twisted sense of humor.
"Flip, give 'im his watch," Jack sighed and Amelia
laughed.
"Jus' wanted ta see if you was awake," she said,
handing over the watch. Racetrack snatched it from her and stuffed it back
in his pocket.
"Dat ain't funny," he muttered as the others laughed.
"Shoah it is," Amelia snickered, then poked her
sister in the ribs. "Dere's a good one," she remarked, nodding over Chloe's
shoulder towards the crowd. Chloe turned to look and shook her head as
the man her sister had pointed out moved around to watch the boxing match.
"Can't we just call it a day, Amy? I'm hungry,"
she said. Although she never would have admitted it, she was beginning
to feel somewhat ashamed of what she and her sister did for a living, and
didn't wish to call attention to it in front of the newsies.
"One more, promise!" Amelia grinned, slapping her
hat onto her head. She winked at Chloe and the others and slipped off into
the crush of people.
"So do ya think youse gonna come ta Medda's tonight,
Chloe?" Matchbox asked. Chloe lifted one thin shoulder in answer.
"I dunno, I guess so." She snuck a glance at Dutchy
and prayed her cheeks weren't as red as they felt.
"Ya oughtta, it'll be fun" Jack put in.
Chloe nodded, but she wasn't listening anymore. Jack's
voice seemed very far away, and an unfamiliar feeling of foreboding had
crept over her. Frowning, she turned around to look for Amelia. There she
was, near the edge of the crowd, by the brick wall of the factory, about
to hit the man she'd pointed out. Chloe craned her neck to get a look at
the victim. He was short and stocky, barrel-chested, with the narrow, ruthless
eyes of a reptile. He was a dangerous man; that much was obvious just by
looking at him. Whatever had possessed Amy to hit him? Some strange sixth
sense sent a chill shooting down Chloe's spine, making her fingertips tingle
in fear, and she opened her mouth to call out to her sister, a move that
would effectively abort the hit. The words never left her lips.
It all happened in slow motion. Amelia slipped
up behind the man, her hand creeping into his pocket quickly and cleanly,
but from where she was standing across the square, Chloe saw his expression
change and realized that he knew what was happening to him. His eyes narrowed
into cruel slits and he turned swiftly; there was a flash of silver, and
Amelia's eyes went huge in surprise. Her mouth dropped open, and she looked
down as if confused.
"AMY!"
Chloe's cry reverberated across the square, as
she began to fight her way through the crowd to her sister. The man was
already gone, slipped away into the throng of people. Amelia took a step
back, staggered, then crumpled to the ground, her expression one of astonishment
at the crimson blossoming on her shirt. "Amy, oh my god," Chloe dropped
to her knees beside the wounded girl.
"The dirty bastard stabbed me," Amelia put a hand
to the blood spreading across her midsection. "He actually stabbed me."
She sounded more amazed than hurt as she held up a slim hand covered in
blood. "Dat wasn't supposed ta happen," she added, her head falling back
against the ground as if it weighed too much to be kept upright.
"What do I do, Amy?" Chloe sobbed, yanking off
her vest and pressing it to the wound. God, the blood, there was so much
blood.
"Get a doctor, somebody's hurt ovuh heah!" someone
yelled from behind them and a figure skidded to a halt and dropped down
beside Chloe. "It's all right Flip, jus' hold on." Jack pressed his fingers
to Amelia's throat, checking her pulse. His expression was dire as he looked
over his shoulder at the others.
"Cowboy," Amelia's voice was weaker. "Listen, I
knows we's even now, but can ya do me a favuh? I'll have ta owe ya one."
Jack nodded as he leaned his head down to hear her better.
"Whatever ya want, ya got, Flip," he promised.
Amelia coughed, a bright crimson bubble coloring her pale lips as she struggled
for a breath.
"Take care a' Chloe for me" she murmured, closing
her eyes.
"Amy, Amy!" Chloe gasped, terror robbing
her of a louder voice. Her sister opened her eyes, but her gaze was vacant.
She smiled very slightly, as if that simple motion took a great effort.
"It's gonna be all right, Chlo," she whispered,
and coughed again.
Then
she was still.
Amelia
Mary Cavanaugh, better known as Flip, was laid to rest in the pauper's
cemetery outside the Convent of Our Lady of Charity. There was no funeral,
as there was no money to pay for one. All that was left of the most infamous
pickpocket in Manhattan was a small cross bearing her name. No one came
to mourn her, and no flowers decorated the bare earth. It was a lonely
sight indeed.
The newsies took Chloe back to their Lodging House,
and that was where she'd been for the past two days, since that awful afternoon
in the square. She'd barely said more than a few words and hadn't even
cried yet. All she could do was sit by the window and stare out, her expression
as vacant as Amy's had been as life fled her body. It would have been a
minor injury, except that the knife had sliced into one of Amy's lungs,
causing her to drown in her own blood. No one knew the man who had done
it, and it was unlikely he would be punished for the murder of a street
urchin named Flip.
"You gonna sit there all day again today?"
Chloe looked away from the window to see Jewel,
in the process of braiding her hair, frowning at her. "So what if I is?"
Chloe muttered, turning back to the window. It was first thing in the morning,
the bunkroom was alive with activity as the group readied themselves for
a day of selling newspapers.
"Ya can't just sit dere for the da rest of ya life,
ya know," Jewel sighed.
"What's it to ya," Chloe mumbled. Jewel rolled
her eyes.
"Nothin'," she said, looking around at the other
girls for help.
"You need to snap out of it," Sunshine announced
unsympathetically. "You need to get on with things."
Chloe ignored her. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered.
Amy was dead, that was all that mattered.
"C'mon, come learn how to sell papes wit' us,"
Matchbox put in. Chloe finally looked away from the window at them.
"Fine," she said quietly, standing up. She brushed
past them and headed for the door.
"Where youse goin'?" Jewel wanted to know.
"Away, back to my own life," Chloe muttered. She
was getting sick and tired of these obnoxious harpies sticking their noses
in where they weren't wanted.
"You ain't got a life no more," Jewel informed
her brutally. "All youse got is dis, and you're luckier den you t'ink."
Chloe paused and turned to look at her. "What
are you talkin' about?" she asked. Jewel sighed.
"You lost your sister, dat's tough, but you got
a chance heah, a chance for a new life an' a new family. You can start
makin' an honest livin'," Glory put in earnestly.
"I made a livin' just fine, " Chloe replied. Anger
was beginning to penetrate the cement wall of numbness that had been surrounding
her since that afternoon in the square.
"Yeah? Look at what dat livin' did to ya sistuh,"
Jewel shot back.
"Don't talk about me sistuh," Chloe warned the
other girl in a low voice.
"Why not? She ain't gonna stop me, is she?" Jewel
goaded her. "She's dead, Chloe, she was a lousy thief and it got her killed
-"
Chloe let out an inarticulate cry of rage and swung
at the other girl, hitting her directly in the left eye. She tackled her,
and they fell to the floor, punching and kicking and yelling for all they
were worth.
"What's goin' on?" The boys came running at the
first sound of the fight to find the two girls in the process of tearing
each other apart.
"Hey, break it up!" It took the combined efforts
of Jack, Blink and Mush to pry Chloe off of Jewel.
Chloe jerked away and turned her back to them,
struggling to get a hold of herself. It wasn't working. Jewel's words had
ripped a gaping hole in her tight control, and her precarious grasp on
her emotions was slipping dangerously.
"Chloe, you all right?" someone gently touched
her shoulder, and the dam burst.
Burying her face in her hands, she sobbed like
the heartbroken child she was, crying for the sister she had lost, for
the tragedy of it all, and especially for Amy, who would never see the
culmination of the many hopes and dreams she'd had. She cried for the loneliness,
for the sorrow, for the pain, until she couldn't cry anymore. The tears
petered off, fading to watery hicoughs, and she looked up at the person
who had held her the entire time she had been crying.
Dutchy gave her a lopsided smile as she stepped
out of the circle of his embrace. "Feel bettuh?" he asked. Chloe wiped
at her face with her sleeve and looked around. The room was empty, the
others had already gone ahead. "So, ya gonna come learn how to sell papes?"
he asked. Chloe took a shaky breath. She could almost hear her sister's
voice in her ears, what have ya got to lose, kid?
"Yeah, I guess so," she managed to say in a wobbly
voice. Dutchy nodded and smiled that sunny smile.
"Ya need a newsie name, ya know," he said and Chloe
shrugged. "I gots one for ya too," he added with a grin.
"What is it?" she whispered, tucking a strand of
hair behind her ear.
"Ghost," he answered proudly. "'Cause a' dat night
on da fire escape."
"You knew that was me?"
"A' course," he grinned. Chloe looked at him for
a moment, and found herself starting to smile back. He held a hand out
to her, and she placed her fingers in his grasp. "It's gonna be all right,
Ghost," he said.
And it was.