8 Days, 8 Letters; Spot Conlon

The Long Game

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Present Day: November 1899

Jaime's POV

It had been a few days since my talk with Medda. My mind was now filled with more questions than answers.

What kind of jobs was he doing for Spot's dad?

Why was he doing them?

How did he really become the way he is?

Where was he actually going those times he would disappear for days on end?

I didn't bother to ask since I doubted Medda could have given me that information.

I haven't told Jack of my discussion with Medda, nor did I tell Spot the "Elias" he had mentioned was my father.

The less they know, the better they will be until I can piece everything together.

I had seen Bridget earlier that day. She had pulled me aside, asking about Spot.

I knew Spot wouldn't want me to tell her, but I also didn't want to tell her he wasn't her Patrick since he was.

One day, they both deserve to be reunited and had I told her a straight answer, that might not have been possible.

Thus, I told her, he didn't tell me anything.

She was hurt at that answer, but at least she accepted it.

I did tell her if I learn anything I'd tell her straight away and that seemed to give her some hope. At least for now.

I had finished selling my papes a while ago, exhausted from the extra time I spent practically begging people to buy my papes.

We had begun selling extra papers since Thanksgiving was coming up in a week and the center closes on holidays. Besides, we have to do our holiday traditions. Holidays are expensive.

All of the newsies plus Sarah, Davey, and Les had hung around the bunk room. It was cold outside so we decided to stay in tonight.

We were sitting in a circle, simply chatting amongst ourselves. The elder Jacobs siblings rambled on about their Thanksgiving plans.

"I cannot wait to leave for my grandparents," Davey rejoiced.

"Oh yes! Grandma makes the best rolls ever!" Sarah chimed.

As they continued to talk, some of the newsies became more tense, Skittery especially.

I understood it. Most of us didn't have living family and those of us who did had no contact or relationship with them.

Jack shifted in his seat, still having his eyes glued to Davey.

Davey continued talking to us, mainly his sister, enthusiastically. Occasionally, Les and Sarah would add something as well, equally as excited.

This went on for another 20 minutes before Sarah asked us a question.

"Do you fellas and Jaime have any holiday plans?"