Chapter Twelve: Complications and New Trust

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Race paced back and forth. He chewed his nails and smoked until it smelled like the room was on fire. Since he had "lost her" he had agreed to take the day off to stay at the lodging house just in case she came back. He had to make up an entire story to explain why he came home at midnight alone. Because she was supposed to be with him. He heard the door open and turned around to see Charlie.

"Where the hell were you'se!?"

"I..."

"What was you'se thinkin'??"

"Sorry Race. I just stayed longer than I'se thought."

"The whole night and half the mornin'!!"

"Didja give 'em a good lie?"

"I'se just said I said somethin' that made ya mad and ya stomped off and I'se couldn't find you'se."

"Good."

"That's not the point. What were you'se doin' all night?"

"I'se can't tell you'se. It's none of your beeswax."

She started upstairs, but he recognized and seized at the string around her neck. It revealed Spot's key: exactly what he thought it to be.

"Oh no. You didn't. Please tell me you'se did not--"

"Did not what?"

"Oh boy. How bout you tell me."

"Race..."

"Stop keeping me in the dark!! I'se wanna know now!!!"

"Ok, ok. I spent the night in Brooklyn."

"With Spot Conlon??!!!"

"Yes..."

"God are you nuts?!!! What were ya thinkin'? Wait, before I get into anything else...ya still got your virginity?"

"Racetrack!!!"

"Well?"

She slapped him across the face.

"Yes I'se do!!!"

"Oh, phew."

"Are ya done?"

"No! Tell me what happened."

"Race..."

"Now!! I'se deserve ta know."

"Ok!!! Spot wanted to meet me so I'se did. It was late and he let me spend the night at the Brooklyn lodging house! That's it ok!!"

"No. You'se lyin' ta me. Why are ya wearin' his key?"

"Well if you've got me all figured out!!!"

"Look Charlie, I'se just want your honesty. It's important ta me and our friendship. Please."

"Ok. But it's a secret. Ya can't tell nobody. I'se serious."

"I'se promise."

"Ok. I'se was kinda..maybe..somewhat on a dateish type I dunno...with Spot. We didn't go out anywhere we'se just went swimming in da harbor. And in the end I'se didn't wanna leave. So...I'se slept with him."

"Charlie, why didn't ya wants ta tell me?"

"You'se don't understand. You'll probably think I'se ain't smart for sleepin' with...ya know...someone with that kind of reputation. And so early in a relationship..."

"I'se just worried bout ya. Spot's broken some hearts here and there. I'se just don't want you'se to give yaself away and then regret it."

"Don't worry Race I'se all yours."

He laughed and hugged her.

"Ya wanna actually hang out today?"

"I'd love too."

"Ok. Wanna watch the races?"

"Do ya ever get tired of the races?"

"Nah why?"

She laughed and followed him out the door to the races. An entire night with Spot. An entire day with her best friend. She was happy for once. Actually truly happy. Trusting people wasn't all that bad after all.

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