Natalie Hart
Hey, kid.  Ya need a room?

Um, yeah.  You Mr. Mariano?

Depends... Who's askin'?

Oh, yeah.  I'm Natalie Hart.  You can just call me Hart.

Okay, Hart.  I got a few questions I needs ta ask ya.  First, how old are ya, an' when's y'birthday?

I'se 16 years old, born da 4th of August.  And how old might you be?

Oh, great.  A joker. Sheesh... Well, what's your story?  Why are you here at me WON-derful lodgin' house?

Well, my mother and dad weren't never married, but they lived together since before I'se born.  They loved each other, but I just guess they never had the money ta get hitched.  Anyway, me mother worked in a shirtwaist factory, and one day they went on strike.  My dad went wit her one day, to a picket line.  All a sudden, these big scabs, real meaty guys, y'know, came out and started beating my parents.  They both died that day.  I was jus' barely 11.  So me best friend, Carey - I known him since I'se 4 - tol' me that rich people were suckers for girls what sold tha papes.  I gave it a shot, and now I'm one a da best hawkers this city's ever seen!

Sure, kid.  Since I just met ya, what's your personality like?

Well, I likes a good joke.  Betcha couldn't a guessed that, huh?  But, ya know, if ya's gets alone with me, you'se gonna see that I can be pretty serious, too.   And, unlike some people, I'se got more than half a brain.  Whaddaya think a that?

That's nice, kid.  So, you got a guy, Hart?

As a fact, yea, I do.  Name's Ellis Joltman.  Cuz he was born there, and his mother was too lazy ta think of a real name.

What about family?  Friends?

Are you deaf?  I tol' ya, my parents is both dead.  But there's my best friend, Carey.  Like I already told you... And his little brother, Squirt.

Aright, that's all I needs ta know...  you can stay here...

Well, if dat's all ya needs ta know, why're ya still writin'?

I gotta records you're looks, just in case you die or gets arrested... "Curly brown hair, shoulder length, average height and weight, gold eyes."

OK, that'll do.  Thanks, Mariano.
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