A/N: Apparently I'm on a roll here. Get sleep everyone! I sure won't be. This one is a bit short. Sorry for these short chapters recently, I'm trying! Anyways please enjoy the next chapter of 8 Days, 8 Letters.
Present Day: November 1899
Jaime's POV
I came back from selling, hoping to get a break from the guys. I love them, but sometimes I need to love them from a distance.
"Books!" Kloppman called.
"Yes?" I asked.
"You's have a visitor."
A visitor? Who the hell would be visiting me? Except... please don't let it be Mr. Eriksson. Please don't let it be Mr. Eriksson.
I headed over to Kloppman's office and saw a middle aged woman sitting in a chair.
At least it's not Mr. Eriksson.
She looked familiar though. She had brown hair tied back in a loose bun. She was wearing worn out clothes with an apron on top.
What could she want from me?
"You's wanted to meet with me?" I asked.
"Oh yes. I'm Bridget O'Malley."
She held her hand out for me to take.
"Books Kelly. You's can call me Jaime."
I shook her hand.
"Nice to meet you," she smiled.
She paused for a moment before continuing.
"Well I suppose you're wondering why I asked for you. You see I have a son, Patrick."
That's why she looked so familiar. She's the woman that comes looking for him every morning.
"Yes, I've heard you's lookin' for him for a few years now."
"Yes. I saw a boy a few days ago come by that look so much like my Patrick. You two seemed close, so I was wondering if..." she paused.
"He's your Patrick."
"Yes," she smiled.
"I's can't tell you's for sure. He's not even one of my newsies."
"Oh, won't you ask. At least give me his name."
"I's don't know."
"Please. I's jus' want my son back."
I looked in her eyes that had begun to water.
I sighed.
"I's see him tonight. Now I's can't promise anythin', but I'll ask for you's."
"Oh, thank you."
She gave me a hug before quickly heading out.
I leaned back in Kloppman's chair.
How do I get answers for this woman?
See Spot tells me everything, I know a lot about him except for anything about his parents.
Sure his name is Patrick, but that doesn't mean that her son is him, right?
Who am I kidding? He probably is.
I'm sure I'll figure it out by the time I have to ask him.
Hopefully.
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8 Days, 8 Letters; Spot Conlon
FanfictionJaime Kelly, also known as "Books", is the leader of the Lower Manhattan Newsies. She loves her Newsies like they're her family. Every 8 Days she goes to see her best friend, Spot, the "King of Brooklyn". Everything seems to be going pretty normal u...
