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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