The Truth About The Moon (Jack Kelly x OC)

Chapter 3: Escaping Trouble in a Theatre and Meeting David and Les' Family

Jack, Philippa, David, and Les walked into Irving Hall.

"I want some answers," David said.
"Shhh," Jack said.
"Who was he and why was he chasing you? And what is this Refuge," David asked.
"The Refuge is a jail for kids. That guy chasin' me was Snyder, the warden," Jack answered.

"You were in jail," Les asked.
"Yeah," Jack replied.
"Why," Les asked.
"Well, I was starvin', so I stole some food," Jack answered.

"Food," David asked.
"Yeah, food," Jack replied.
"He called you Sullivan," David said.
"Well, my name's Kelly. Jack Kelly. You think I'm lyin'," Jack asked.
"Well, you have a way of improving the truth. Why was he chasing you," David asked.
"'Cause I escaped," Jack answered.

"Oh boy! How," Les asked.
"Well, this big shot gave me a ride out in his carriage," Jack replied.

"I bet it was the mayor," David said.
"No, Teddy Roosevelt. You ever heard of him," Jack asked.

"What's going on there? Out! Out! Out," a woman asked while walking over to the four of them.
"You wouldn't kick Pip and me out without a kiss goodbye, would ya Medda," Jack asked.
"Oh, Kelly and Blythe. Where ya been, kids? Oh, I miss seeing you two up in the balcony," the woman answered.
"Hanging on your every word," Jack said.

"So Medda," Philippa began.
"Yes," she said.
"This is David and Les," Philippa said.

"Hello," Medda said.

"And this is the greatest star of the vaudeville stage today, Miss Medda Larkson, the Swedish Meadowlark," Jack said.

"Welcome, gentlemen," Medda said.

"What's wrong with you," David asked Les, who was staring at Medda with his mouth agape.
"Are you blind? She's got no clothes on," Les replied.
"That's her costume," David said.

"Medda also owns the joint," Jack said to change subject.

"Oh, what do we have here? Oh, aren't you the cutest little thing that ever was? Yes, you are," Medda said as she fawned over Les.
"Buy me last pape, lady," Les asked while faking a cough.

"Oh, you are good. Oh, yes, this kid is really good. Speaking as one professional to another, I'd say you have a great future. Say, Jack, when you've got time, I want you to paint me some more of those backdrops. The last one you did was a doozy. And things have been going so well that I can actually pay," Medda said.
"I couldn't take your money, Medda," Jack said.

"You pictured that," Les asked.
"Of course, he did! Jack is the best artist in all of Manhattan," Philippa answered as Jack's cheeks turned a bit red.

"I wouldn't say that," Jack said.

"Your friend is quite the artist. And when am I going to see you singing on that stage again, Pippa," Medda asked.
"I don't know," she replied.
"I must have you perform again soon," Medda said.
"Alright," Philippa said.

"So, is it alright if we stay here for a little while, Medda? Just until a little problem outside goes away," Jack asked.
"Sure, stay as long as you like," she answered.