Brooklyn's Queen: A Spot Conlon Love Story

Chapter 32: Comin' to 'hattan

"So, McGee, since I's almost done, I's figure I's would head out for a bit..." I started to walk in another direction.

McGee put his hand out in front of me, stopping my body from moving. "Nah, ah, that's funny if yous think yous leavin' me."

"Come on McGee, I's ain't goin' far." I complained.

"Oh yeah? Wheres dat?" He asked. 

I scratched my head. "Uh, 'hattan?"

"Yeah, no," He chuckled, selling another paper. "That, my friend, ain't a 5 minute walk."

I sighed. I now decided to play the 'sympathy card' on him. "McGee, come on, I's jus wanna go see Jack and my friends from 'hattan, I's want to see them because, because of..." I trailed off.

McGee sighed and rubbed his hands on his face. "Finn, I knows what jus happened, but I's can't disobey Spot's orders. Do ya know what he'll do to me?"

"I knows, I knows..." I crossed my arms and looked out among the crowd. "Well, I means, Spot jus said yous can't leave my side."

McGee shook his head. "No, I ain't takin' ya to 'hattan."

"McGee, please," I looked at him with my big green eyes. He turned his head toward me. "I's jus wanna see them, and, be there for them because of Skittery."

"Ugh," McGee rubbed his eyes. "Fine, but, you's can't tell Spot I took ya there."

I smiled and gave him a hug. "Thank ya McGee!"

"Yeah, yeah, let's get goin' now. The soona we leave, the soona we get back."

We started our walk towards Manhattan. We sold close to the Brooklyn bridge, so we were over that in no time and into my home. We walked for about another half and hour and we finally reached the Manhattan lodging house. I wasn't sure if any one was going to be here, if they were out selling, or still mourning over the death of our friend. I saw Race and Mush sitting outside, playing some game with the cards. I smiled when I saw them. They looked over and saw me walking over to them. Race got up and he ran over to me and gave me a hug. I hugged him back, tightly. It was nice to see my best friend.

"Geez Finn, feels like I haven't seen ya in years." He told me. Mush then made his way over.

"Heya Finn." He too gave me a hug and then released me. 

"Wait, what's you doin' in 'hattan?" Race asked. 

"I's, I's wanted to come see yous guys..." I said.

Mush then spoke up. "Yous come alone?" They had not noticed McGee walking with me.

I shook my head. "I's came wit McGee." I told them, pointed at him. Race and Mush turned their heads and finally saw McGee.

"Heya McGee, how's it rollin'?" Race asked, shaking his hand. 

"Eh, it's been fine, we's holdin' on." Then Mush shook his hand. 

"Jack know ya here?" Race asked, hesitant.

I looked down and twiddled my thumbs.

"Finley, come on." Race said. 

"Race, I's needed to come here. I's miss yous guys." I told him.

Race sighed, then put his arm around my shoulder. "I knows, but go see him. He ain't been good since, Skittery." 

I nodded. I gave Race another big hug. "We's will come see Finn, don't be comin' ova here to 'hattan. It ain't safe any more." Race said.

McGee and I turned away from them and I directed him to Jack's selling spot. We came up to the main square, and it was still crowded as ever. I saw Jack standing on a crate holding a few papes in his hands. I walked over to him. He didn't noticed me in the crowd and I came very close to him. He finally looked down and saw me standing there. He jumped down and grabbed  my shoulders, pulling me aside.

"Finley, are ya crazy comin' here?" Jack said, angrily. 

"Jack, I-"

"Did yous come alone?" His voice got a bit louder.

"No! McGee's here." I pointed to him. Jack looked over my shoulder, nodded at McGee, then turned his attention back to me.

"Jesus Finn, yous safa in Brooklyn." Jack told me.

"Yeah Jack I knows, but did ya expect me to stay away afta what jus happened?" I said, annoyed.

Jack sighed and looked at the ground. "No, I's was expectin' ya, soona or later." He spoke softly.

His gaze came back up to me. I then leaned forward and gave him a tight hug. He embraced it and wrapped his arms around me too. We stood there for a minute before pulling away. Jack took off his cap and ran his hands through his hair. I saw his eyes starting to get watery, but he held it back. He wanted to stay tough.

"It's okay." I whispered to him. 

He wiped his eyes. "Nah, not here." He looked over at McGee, who stood there watching us.

"Spot approve of yous two comin' here?" Jack asked.

"Not exactly..." McGee said. "Yous sista was goin' to come wit or witout me, so I's figure I's jus make it easier and come wit her."

Jack rolled his eyes. "Thats me sista, neva listenin' to the rules."

I punched his shoulder. "Oh shut it."

They both chuckled. "Well, I's appreciate it, but yous should be headin' back. Spot ain't a guy to mess around wit." Jack said to us. 

"Yeah, I knows." McGee smirked. I nodded. 

"Come see me soon? Wit any updates yous get, or anythin'." I told Jack.

"'course." He squeezed my hand, and went on with selling papes.