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Chapter Nine: Olivia if i cant see my self why should i care how i look

"Youse good at dancin fur a blind goil."

"Well Olivia made me try dancing her a few times a couple years ago but I forgot most of it."

Spot and I were walking back toward Brooklyn after lunch at Jacobi's.

"Olivia's quite the character ain't she?"
"Yeah."

"What was you two yellin bout da odder night?"

I snorted "She was complaining about having to deal with all of you. Called you pigs. Race speaks Italian he heard her, she got mad, tried to complain in Polish but Elmer speaks Polish."

Spot chuckled "I'm guessing you speak it too?"

"Among other things."

"What was ya foist language?"

I shrugged "Greek actually. I can read braille in that and English."

Spot 'hmmmed' softly "Tell me something in Greek?"

"Um, Δεν έχω μιλήσει ελληνικά σε κανέναν εδώ και καιρό. Υποθέτω ότι δεν μπορείς να με καταλάβεις, μπορώ να πω ότι μου αρέσει πολύ ο ήχος του γέλιου σου." (It's been a while since I've spoken greek to anyone. I guess since you can't understand me I can say I really like the sound of your laugh)

"I like the way that sounds. I tink I heard ya fatha talkin in dat da odder day, it sounds even better when you say it."

My face got hot.
Oh yeah I definitely have feelings for this boy.
"Well it's just me speaking greek. Nothing else." I said trying to act like nothing happened.

We made it back to the dock and Spot pulled me up next to him before answering "Still, I like the way it sounds when you're the one speaking it."

I adjusted my skirt under me, "Well sounds are my life, it just sounds like greek."

"How do ya say 'youse really cute'"
I snorted "είσαι πολύ χαριτωμένος."

"Ha you just said I'm cute."
I could feel my face get hot.
"I hate you."

I mean the opposite is true but he can't know that.

"You love me and you know it."
"You keep saying that but do I?" I said struggling to act like nothing  had changed.

"Maybe."

I shoved at him jokingly "You wish."

We sat there in silence just taking things in.
I could hear people up on the street talking.
"Are ya excited fer da rally?" He asked.

"Yeah. I'm kinda anxious, well, more so than usual, I mean so many things could go wrong."

One of Spot's arms wrapped around my waist  "Try not ta worry bout it. We'll all make sure nothin goes wrong."

"Thanks Spottie."

"Let me do your makeup. Please..." Olivia begged.
"Olivia no! It doesn't matter, I don't even know what I look like."

"But Spot knows what you look like." She insisted.

I groaned "If I let you do this will you shut up?"
"Yes! Let me dress you up!"

"I hate you with every fiber of my being."
After a little while she had finished.

"You are gonna make Spottie Boy drool."
I sighed "This has nothing to do with him."
"Mhhm. If this had nothing to do with him, you wouldn't have let me do this."