An Angel on the
Inside
By Spacey Cliffton
Disclaimer: Blink, Specs, Racetrack, and Dutchy
belong to Walt Disney. Angelica "Angel", her sisters, her mother, and
Mrs. Jakobsen, belong to me, Spacey.
Part I
"All right, all of you, up! Get up! Up, I say! Wake up!
Get out of these beds and wash up! Get down to breakfast, and hurry up! Henry,
Jane, Eliza! Danielle, get out of that bed! Lynette, wake up! Thomas!" Old
Mrs. Jakobsen shook me. "You too, little miss Angelica!"
"Mmph! I'se awake, I am!" protested Angelica.
"Oh, aren't we acting like an angel today! Hmmph! It's no wonder you've
been here seven years! With your behavior, no one will ever want you!"
Angelica pushed off the covers and made faces at Mrs. Jakobsen behind her
back as she stood shivering, clad only in her long undershirt and boys' shorts
that she always wore. She reached for her stockings and tied the brown wool
stockings above her knees with pieces of bright red yarn- she'd lost her
garters, and no one had donated any lately. Angelica pulled on two plain white
petticoats and then her blue denim dress.
"'Ey Specs, button me up?" she called.
Specs, who was assumed to be about thirteen- he never told anyone anything
about his past- came over with a resigned sigh. "Ya still can't button dis
dress up da back?" he asked.
"Nope," she said sadly. "Hey Specs, what day 's it?"
"Friday," he said with a pause. Angelica grinned and turned to
look at him. He smiled back and said, "So ya just remembered, huh?"
"'E's comin' back taday, ain't 'e? Blink's comin' home taday?"
"Yes ma'am," he answered. "Dere." Giving her a quick pat
on the head, he told Angelica to finish getting dressed.
She sat down on her bed and pulled out the tiny comb Blink had given her a
few Christmases ago. Angelica combed out her long, dark brown curls and quickly
braided them, tying them together with another piece of yarn. She buttoned the
cuffs of her sleeves, fastened her belt around her waist to keep her too-big
dress from falling off, straightened the pleated skirt, pulled on the boy's cap
she always wore, and laced up her boots. Angelica ran into the washroom and
quickly washed her face, being careful not to get her dress wet. Then she found
Specs again and they headed downstairs for breakfast.
"Well, g'bye fer now, Angel. I'll be back by seven," said Specs,
pulling on his coat.
"How'm I supposed ta know when seven is?" she asked.
With a sigh, he pulled his pocket-watch out of his pocket. "Just for
today, you can borrow it. All right?"
She grinned and hugged him around the neck, looking younger than her age.
"Bye! Please hurry home!"
"Don't I always?"
"Yeah, but it always seems like it takes ya all day," she said
with a sigh. "And don't tell Blink about me dancing! Ya promised ya
wouldn't! I wanna tell 'im meself."
Specs laughed, gave her a brotherly kiss on the cheek, and left. She leaned
against the window and watched him leave.
"That's enough pouting, Miss Angelica. Get to your work."
"I'se going, I'se going," I muttered.
For the entire afternoon, she worked at cleaning the entire orphanage. The
only thing she was glad about was that it made the day fly by. At six-thirty, the
children were let outside to play for half an hour, and Angel spent most of the
time sitting on the steps, checking Specs' pocket-watch, and waiting for Blink.
Angel had never really liked playing dolls with the girls, and she didn't feel
like getting into the snowball fight that the younger boys had started.
Finally, as she was starting to lose hope, Angelica saw two figures in the
dimming light. With a squeal, she leapt up and ran down the steps to Blink. He
picked her up and spun her around, as he always did.
"I'se so glad yer back!" cried Angelica.
He comically bowed. "Do I have da honah a addressin' da young lady who
danced wit the president's son?" he asked, pretending to be a gentleman.
Blink was glad to see the little girl, who was just like a little sister to
him.
"Specs! Ya promised ya wouldn't tell!" Angelica cried, tackling
him.
"Hey, hey, leave ol' Specs heah 'lone," said Blink, pulling Angel
off his friend. "'E didn't mean ta. It was an accident. I asked how ya
were an' it just kinda... slipped out."
Angelica glared at Specs, who fought not to laugh. "Well, 's long 's it
was a accident, I guess I'll have ta forgive ya," Angelica said. She
pulled his pocket-watch out of her pocket and handed it back. "Oh, Blink,
it was wondahful! I did wondahfully, I really did, everyone said so-"
"All right, every one of you inside! You too, miss Angelica."
They all headed upstairs and got undressed for bed. The children all
pretended to fall asleep, but the second the lamp downstairs went out, they all
got up and started talking again.
"What's Noo Yawk like?" Angelica asked Blink. She curled up at the
foot of his head and pulled the quilt over herself. Blink didn't mind a bit.
"Same as always. Big an' busy an' crowded."
"I can't wait till I'm old enough to go with you and look for
work!" sighed Angelica, her fake "Noo Yawk" accent failing her,
as it did when she was feeling great emotion. Angelica had had a very nice
upbringing, until she found herself four years old and wandering the streets.
Mrs. Jakobsen had taken the child in, and she turned out to be difficult.
Memories came back to her, and Angelica insisted she was rich, and someday her
family would come and take her back. Mrs. Jakobsen laughed at her, but used the
girl as a prize, and showed her off to other wealthy families at social events.
As a result, Angelica could speak a good deal of French, sing, dance, and had
the nicest penmanship anyone had ever seen.
But even with those skills, there was a good chance Angelica would end up on
the streets, along with the other children. When the children at the orphanage
reached twelve, as Blink had two months before, Mrs. Jakobsen insisted that
they go to New York and look for work. Blink went once every two weeks. He left
early Wednesday morning, before most of the children were awake, and didn't
return until Friday night. Those three days were the hardest three days of the
week for Angelica, and she would have never gotten through them if it weren't
for Specs, who only looked for a job on Fridays. (Author's Note- Yeah, okay,
there was an error there, & I'm not in a creative mood, so I can't think of
a logical explanation!)
"Where didja stay dis time?" asked Angelica.
"At da newsboys' lodgin' 'owse, same as always."
"Who was dere? Da same people? Any new boys?" she asked. Blink's
tales of New York were always very interesting.
"Jack an' Racetrack an' Dutchy were dere, an' Snitch, an' dis new guy-
'is name's Itey, er sumpin' like dat- an' Mush," he replied. "So what
was dancin' wit da president's son like?" Blink leaned back and contently
watched the little girl. He loved being with her. She was very sweet, and a
good friend.
"It was wondahful, like I said b'fore. All dese people was whisperin'
'bout me, an' I hoped dat onna dem would toin out ta be me mudda. I look fer
'er every single time we go ta onna dese fancy-schmancy balls, er tea pahties,
er whatevah. I remembah 'xactly what she looks like."
"You'll find 'er someday, Angel," he whispered.
"I know I will. Onna dese days, I'se gonna find 'er. An' maybe she's in
Noo Yawk. Dat's why I can't wait till I'se twelve!"
Blink nodded. "It's late. Even Specs 's asleep, an' 'e stays up latah
dan a owl most a da time. Why doncha get ta sleep, er else yer gonna be awful
tiahed in da mornin'."
"I ain't tiahed!" protested Angel, hiding a yawn.
"Don't lie ta me, young lady. Get ta bed, er else," warned Blink.
Angel stared at him. Blink stared right back, and finally Angel gave in.
"Fine. G'night," she said, kissing him quickly before scampering
over to her own bed.
"Well, Angelica, I don't know what we're to do about your dancing
lessons. You and Henry were coming along so nicely! You were sure to win
the prize at the dancing competition!" moaned Mrs. Jakobsen.
Angelica rolled her eyes. She'd already heard that speech six times in the
last ten minutes. She wished it was three o'clock, and she could go and play
with Specs and Blink.
"Whatta 'bout Blink?" blurted out Angelica.
Mrs. Jakobsen turned to her.
"'E'd be a good dancah, I bet," said Angelica.
So a few minutes later, Blink stumbled into the parlor, looking very
uncomfortable and awkward. Angelica snickered, and when Blink glared at her,
easily turned it into a cough. She quickly occupied herself by studying the
laces on her boots.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Jakobsen gave Blink a hurried lesson in dancing. Blink tried
his best to pay attention.
"Angelica, get out of that chair, child! Come over here!"
Angelica leapt to her feet and hurried over, her boots forgotten.
The piano player started the music. "And... one two three, one two
three, one two three..." counted Mrs. Jakobsen. "You're doing
wonderfully! Wonderful! Oh, tres bien! Wonderful!"
For the rest of the hour, Blink and Angelica practiced their dancing. They
were both surprised at how well the other was doing. When the hour was over,
they were glad to go and play, but that evening, Mrs. Jakobsen made them
practice again... and again... and again...
Finally, the day of the big dancing competition dawned. Blink and Angelica
were awakened an hour earlier than usual, and forced to take baths. One of Mrs.
Jakobsen's maids brushed Angel's hair until it shone, and then she was dressed
in all sorts of fancy clothes: a lacy undershirt trimmed with yards of ribbon,
four lacy petticoats, and fancy black stockings. Then she was dressed in a
fancy blue dress with a big white collar and a green sash. A green ribbon held
her long, shining curls off her face, and black buttoned boots finished her
off.
Meanwhile, Blink was dressed up in a fancy suit, the nicest he'd ever seen.
Specs lent his pocketwatch for the occasion.
"Wish me luck," said Blink as Mrs. Jakobsen came upstairs to get
him. He was ushered downstairs and into a carriage. Angel was already sitting
in the carriage, and Blink hesitated before climbing in. She looked...
beautiful! Angel looked older than her eleven years, and Blink found himself
thinking about her in a very unbrotherly manner for the entire afternoon.
Blink and Angelica went on to win several dancing competitions, and each
time, they got a little better at it. Angelica was constantly on Blink's mind,
and Angelica thought about Blink more often, too. Blink still went to New York
every Wednesday, but he stopped looking for jobs because he didn't want to
leave the orphanage and leave Angel behind. While he was in New York, he sold
papes and stayed at the Lodging House. He became very good friends with Mush
and Racetrack. Specs also accompanied Blink, and stayed at the Lodging House.
Specs occasionally sold a few papes, but it wasn't Specs' occupation of choice.
They went on this way for a nearly a year. The day before Angelica's twelfth
birthday, she was sitting in the big workroom downstairs, mending one of the
dresses someone had donated.
"Blink's so handsome, isn't he?"
"Oh, yes, and he's so charming!"
"He's got the nicest smile!"
"It's too bad that a little tomboy like Angelica has him all to herself,"
Mabel remarked rather loudly. Mabel was a popular, pretty young lady, just
about Angelica's age, and she was very snobby. Mabel's friends snickered and
began whispering things to each other about Angelica.
"Will all a yous quit yer gossipin' an' get ta woik?" muttered
Angelica softly.
"You are sweet on him, aren't you, Angelica?" asked Mabel.
Angelica paused. She would never lie, but she knew if she admitted it, she
would never live it down.
Before Angelica could answer, Blink came in. "Hello, ladies. Heya,
Angel, didja miss me?" he asked, kissing her square on the lips. All the
girls gasped and began talking.
Blink pulled back, a sly smile on his face, and said, "Save me a seat
at dinnah, awright?"
Angelica couldn't have spoken if she wanted to. She nodded, and for a few
moments, stared at the spot he had occupied a few moments before. Then Angelica
noticed all the girls staring at her. Angelica simply sat up straighter and
concentrated on her sewing.
"Blink, what da heck didja do dat fer?" asked Angelica that
night. Everyone was already asleep, and Angelica was dying to know.
"Well, I was standin' outside da door, an' I hoid all da goyls
gossipin', an' I knew dat ya wouldn't lie, so I decided ta help ya out,"
he said with a grin. "'Sides, what's wrong wit it? I've kissed ya a
thousand times!" He began pacing beside his bed.
"No, no, no. Taday, dat... dat was diff'rent. All da udda times, it was
like I was yer sistah. But taday, it was like I was..."
"Me goyl," Blink said softly.
Angel's head snapped up. Blink had that sly smile on his face again.
"'Re ya askin' me ta be yer goyl?" asked Angelica coyly. (Author's
note- So I've seen the commercial for "54" a few too many times.
"Are ya askin' me ta be yer goylfriend?" "She couldn't tell one
of you from the next! Don't ferget how replacable you are!" Okay, enough
of that...)
"Wouldja?" asked Blink.
Angelica flew from his bed to where he was standing and hugged him tightly.
He kissed her and she kissed back.
Angel woke up happily. It was her birthday, she was Blink's girl, Mabel and
the other girls would be insanely jealous... Whatta poifect day, she
thought as she sat up and began getting dressed.
But the "poifect day" wouldn't last for long. While Angelica was
sitting in the workroom sewing (as usual) Mrs. Jakobsen came in and brought the
much-confused birthday girl to the parlor.
A tall, slender woman with coffee brown curls piled atop her head sat in the
sofa, looking rather anxious. Angelica recognized her immediately, and the
memories came flooding back.
"Angelica!" the woman cried, enveloping her daughter in a hug.
"Mother?" whispered Angelica.
"Oh, darling... what is this you're wearing?"
Angelica shamefully looked down at her blue denim dress. "Well,
I-"
"Never mind, darling, we've got to get you out of here. Go fetch your
things."
"I had one of the maids get them," interrupted Mrs. Jakobsen,
handing Angelica the comb, her hat, and a few other things.
"Well, then, let's be on our way," suggested Angelica's mother.
"But Mother-"
"Come now! You shall see your sisters, and..." Angelica didn't
hear another word, because she could only think of Blink. She blindly put on
her coat and hat and headed out the door. As she was climbing into the
carriage, Blink came up from behind the orphanage with Specs.
"Angel? Angel, where're ya goin'?" Blink ran up to the carriage.
"I don't know!"
"Angelica, sit down properly!" her mother said. The driver started
the carriage.
"Well, are ya evah comin' back?"
"I don't know!" called Angelica, feeling as if she could burst
into tears at any moment. She knew she would never, ever forget the look on
Blink's face as she drove off. Pure betrayal.
Part II
Blink headed away from the distrabution center, feeling very
triumphant. We beat ol' man Pulitzer, he thought. But then another
thought invaded his mind and made him feel not as happy. Angelica.
Not a day had gone by that he hadn't thought of her. Angelica was constantly
on his mind. Angelica left that one cold afternoon, and took part of Blink with
her. For a week, Blink moped around the orphanage, getting in more trouble than
he had in his lifetime. Finally, he decided to leave the orphanage, go to New
York, and become a newsie. Specs followed, planning to stay for just a little
while, and ended up staying for good.
During Blink's first week in New York, he hardly went anywhere without
hearing about the mayor's daughter. It was everywhere! Blink finally got to see
a picture, and was shocked to see his Angel.
But Blink never got to see Angel. One day he got all dressed up and went up
to the mayor's house.
"Um, can I please tawk ta Angelica?" he asked nervously.
"She's gone off to boarding school," answered a snooty maid,
slamming the door in his face.
And so she was gone. Blink was beginning to lose hope of Angelica ever
returning. All the newsies knew of his infatuation with the mayor's daughter,
but they all figured it was just hormones. No one knew about Angelica, except
Specs, of course.
Blink sat down on a bench to watch the people go by. He was in no mood to
sell papes that day. He had enough money saved up for that night's dinner and
lodging.
"Blink! Blink!" Specs came running over, waving a pape madly.
"Blink, lookit dis! Look!" Specs pointed at a picture in the paper.
The headline loudly proclaimed "Mayor's Daughter Returns Home from
Boarding School."
A young woman in a fancy dress cautiously strolled over to the two young men
sitting on the bench. "Hello, Blink," she said.
Blink looked up. A pretty young woman stood in front of him. Her coffee
brown curls were pulled up in the latest fashion, and she wore quite a bit of
makeup, but the timid smile and sparkling gray eyes were a dead giveaway.
"Angelica!" he cried, pulling her into a tight hug. "Yer
back!"
"Yep," she replied cheerfully. "Hey, Specs, how are you? You
look exactly the same!"
"Can't say the same about you," he replied. "Well, I gots
papes ta sell. I guess I bettah get goin'. Nice seein' ya, Angel."
"You too," she said with a smile. She noticed Blink staring at
her.
"So, uh, ya wanna go get sumpin ta eat, er sumpin?" he asked
quickly.
"Certainly," replied Angel. Blink offered his arm, and Angel
gladly took it.
"I feel awful. I haven't spoken to you for such a long time-"
"Five yeahs," said Blink quietly.
"But I knew that you were most likely staying at the newsboys' lodging
house, and I didn't know the address. I couldn't ask my mother or father.
They'd kill me. They don't want me associating with anyone besides upper-class
young men and women. And you didn't know my address, and I haven't been home in
five years. Are you mad at me?"
"No, of course not," replied Blink. "It ain't yer fault. So,
what was boardin' school like?"
"It was terribly boring," replied Angel, with a smile, and Blink
knew that even though she looked like a young lady on the outside, she was
still the same tomboyish Angel inside. "I didn't like it one bit. It was
stupid. I mean, sure, I know how to manage servants and throw parties and keep
a household, and I can speak all the French in the world, and I can dance
better than I could at the orphanage, but I would've rather stayed here. I
wanted to come here and be a newsie, you know."
"Seems like ya woulda been good at it. When yous was youngah, I
mean."
"What, you think that now I'm all different just because I've been
through finishing school?" asked Angel. "I'm not that
different! I'm still the same Angelica." She took a bite of her food.
"So what have you been doing for the last five years?"
"Jist bein' a newsie." Blink found himself staring at the very
attractive young lady sitting across from him. "Wouldja like ta go ta
Irving Hall tanight?"
"If you wouldn't mind, I'd rather just go walking in the park. I just
would like to talk to you more than anything."
"Awright. I really outta sell some papes dis aftahnoon. What time d'ya
want me ta pick ya up tanight?"
"I'll come by the boarding house. I would like to talk to Specs, also.
How does eight o'clock sound to you?"
"Awright," agreed Blink as he stood up. "See ya tanight,
Angel."
"Bye," she replied.
"So who's this fellow you're going out with tonight?" asked
Elizabeth, one of Angelica's three older sister. Lillian, the oldest, was
twenty-eight and married, with two children. Sarah, who was twenty-four, was
engaged, and Elizabeth was twenty. Elizabeth was rather shy and quiet, usually,
and rarely dated any boys.
"Blink. You know, that guy from the orphanage. We were-"
"I know, I know! You've told me this a thousand times," laughed
Elizabeth.
"Oh. Sorry," replied Angelica. She finished braiding her hair,
quickly twisted the braid up into a knot, and pinned it in place. When that was
done, she got dressed in a simple blue skirt and loose white blouse.
"You look beautiful!" said Elizabeth. "I hope you have a
wonderful time. Where are you going?"
"Just for a walk in the park," replied Angelica as she began
pulling on her shoes.
"That's all?"
"He's a newsie, remember, Beth? He can't afford much more than
that."
"Do Mother and Father know you're going on a date with a newsie?"
asked Beth. She herself wasn't narrow-minded and stuck-up, but she knew their
parents could be.
"No. Tell them if they ask, though. They can't keep me from him.
They've kept me away for five years, and I won't stay away any longer,"
said Angelica defiantly. "Bye, Beth."
"Bye," replied Beth as Angelica swept out of the room.
Meanwhile, Blink was playing cards calmly, and smoking a cigarette, when
Specs said, "Hey Blink, ain't ya goin' out wit Angel at eight a
clock?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"Cause it's ten minutes ta eight."
Blink leapt up, letting his cards fly in every direction. He swore.
"Oh, great. 'Ey, Specs, lemme borrow yer pocket watch?"
"Why d'ya always wanna borrow dis ol' t'ing?"
"Cause I ain't got one, cheesehead!" replied Blink.
Specs muttered something under his breath. "Heah. Ya bettah take good
care a it."
"I will," said Blink, flashing a charming smile.
"Dat smile don't woik on guys, genius!" said Racetrack.
"Yeah, but it might woik on Specs." And Blink ran into the
washroom, narrowly avoiding being soaked. He quickly began to shave, which, he
found, is pretty difficult if a fellow newsie is threatening you and you're
laughing.
"Dis 's jist like da good ol' days at da orphanage, ain't it,
Specs?" laughed Blink, washing his face quickly.
"Yeah, shoah is."
After quickly combing his hair, Blink left the washroom, pulling off his
shirt as he went. On his way out, he crashed into someone, and stopped.
"Sahry," said Blink, pulling the shirt up off his head. He
realized it was Angelica. "Oh, hey, Angelica!"
Snipeshooter and several other newsies snickered. Blink shot a quick glare
at them.
"Jist lemme finish gettin' dressed, an' den we can leave,
awright?"
"All right. Hello, Specs!" Angel started up a conversation with
Specs while Blink pulled on a clean shirt, vest, and jacket. He shoved the
pocketwatch into his pocket, pulled on his hat, and stuffed his day's earnings
into his other pocket.
"Ya ready ta go?" he asked Angelica.
"Yes. Goodbye Specs. Perhaps I'll come back and see all of you fellows
tomarrow after tea," she said to Specs, Racetrack, and Dutchy. She didn't
really have any friends in New York, and the newsies seemed like a bunch of
very nice young men to her.
"Yeah! Ya outta come eat lunch wit us at Tibby's if yer fadda don't
mind ya hangin' out wit us," suggested Racetrack.
"He doesn't. And if he does, well, then, too bad, cause I miss you, and
I would like to get to know the rest of you better," said Angelica.
"Well, good evening, fellows."
"Bye, Angelica," they all replied, and the pair headed out the
door.
The whole date was very casual and spontaneous. Angel and Blink walked all
around Central Park, talking and laughing. They stopped at an ice cream parlor
and got some delicious ice cream before heading back to the lodging house.
"Can we go up on the roof? At least that way, we can still talk,"
suggested Angelica.
"Yeah. I don't t'ink any a da udda guys had dates tanight, so we should
be da only ones up dere. It's kinda tradition ta take yer goyl up on da roof
aftah yer date, just ta tawk an' look at da stahs an' stuff," explained
Blink as he began climbing up the fire escape. He and Angel quickly reached the
roof, only to find Snoddy and a very pretty, petite blonde girl behaving very
friendly towards each other.
"Aww..." Blink muttered, avoiding what he really wanted to say.
"Come here." Angel pulled him halfway down the fire escape.
"There. They can't hear us, we can't hear them-"
"Dat's cause dey ain't tawkin'," replied Blink with a grin.
Angelica laughed out loud, and Blink sat down beside her.
"I'll bet there have been a few times when you and some girl came up
here and didn't do much talking," teased Angelica.
Blink blushed. "Yeah, maybe a couple times... maybe."
"Out with it. Come, now, you've always been one of my best friends. You
can still tell me these things!" Blink gave her a look. "Look, if
this is about what happened before I left, that doesn't mean we aren't still
best friends."
Blink realized she was right. "Jist a couple a goyls. No big deal.
Y'know, I'd have fun wit da goyl, but..."
"But what?"
"I'll bet I woulda had a bettah time wit you."
Angelica felt her pulse rise slightly. "So you're not seeing any
one?"
"Nope. You?"
"No."
"Aww, quit yer jokin'!" said Blink, batting at her playfully.
"I'm not joking! I was at a girls' school for the last five years, and
we never saw any boys, except for dancing classes, and we didn't get much of a
chance to, well, pursue anything with them."
"What, ya wanted to?"
"Not really. Not a single one of them was handsome. Besides, I kept
thinking about you," she said softly.
"Me too. Dat's why I nevah, uh, pursued anyt'ing wit any a dose goyls I
went out wit," Blink admitted quietly. "I still want ya ta be my
goyl."
"I still want to be your girl," whispered Angelica. Then their
lips met in a sweet, tender kiss that neither of them would ever forget.
Afterwards, Angelica stayed in Blink's arms for a few minutes, watching the
sky. Then she remembered that she had a home and a family to get back to.
"Hey Blink, I hate to interrupt this, because I'm having a wonderful time
and all, but what time is it? I don't want my father to be displeased with
me."
Blink pulled the watch out of his pocket. "Eleven thoity. Ya want me ta
walk ya home?"
"Yes, that would be nice, thank you," she said.
"I don't mind. 'Sides, dere's all kinds a people on da streets, dis
time a night. An' I wouldn't want ya ta get hoit er nuttin'."
Blink finally returned around midnight, and he was positively floating.
"Heya fellahs! How ya doin', huh? 'Ey, Specs, heah's yer pocketwatch.
T'anks fer lettin' me borrah it."
Specs looked at him suspiciously. "Why're yous in sucha good
mood?"
"Cause I just spend da last four hours wit Angel, an' she's still
'xactly da same," he said with a grin.
"Dat Angelica goyl seems nice. Awful... uh... tomboyish fer da mayah's
dautta," Racetrack said carefully, not wanting to come off the wrong way.
"Yeah, but she's a angel on da inside. An' dat's all dat mattahs,"
replied Blink.