Back to the Past (Newsies)

34. Human Telephone

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Chapter 34

"C'mon, please! I'm beggin you'se." Kit pleaded, as she held her hands together in front of her face like in prayer.

She was using the best puppy face she could manage and looked up at him through her long eyelashes. It was the type of look she had perfected so customers couldn't help but bend to her will of buying more papers or giving her a couple extra coins.

"No not dat face. I'se told ya, I can't!" Messenger avoided her eye contact and shied away from her. Kit could tell he was keeping up a strong front but would cave eventually. She just had to be persistent.

"Messengah, I'll keep it between us, I'se swear." Kit jumped in front of his path to stop him. He had no choice but to stare into the look she had mastered.

Shortly after her stint with the psychic and enjoying the warm pretzel, Messenger decided it was getting late and that she should head back to the Manhattan lodging house. He was happy to accompany her on her walk to the lodging house.

"I'se swear." she pleaded in a soft voice, she held up her pink to him to signify the importance of her words. Kit was harking back to when she had him pinky-promise that he would give her a tour of Brooklyn after she healed. So far, her track record was spotless.

Messenger sighed and rubbed his temples, suggesting he was on the brink of being swayed. Kit perked at his action; she knew that she could make him cave in. She perked up at the prospect of him disclosing the secret.

"Kit. I'se really can't," Kit's shoulders sagged in disappointment, "Spot doesn't even know da full tunnel system. It's a high rankin' secret. If I'se told people, it wouldn't be a secret no more an' could mess up da delicate balance o' newsies turfs." Messenger declared.

Before Kit could argue and implore for more information, he briskly walked past her. Kit sullenly followed with her eyes downcast and looking at his long shadow on the street casted by the orange streetlights. The streets of downtown Manhattan were quiet, and the night sky was clear without a cloud in sight.

Kit was desperate to learn about the secret tunnel system below NYC that Messenger used during the newsies war, and has been curious since he mentioned it to her during her bedrest in Brooklyn. The only information he had divulged was that the colonist militia had created the tunnels during the Revolutionary War.

"Only 'cause you'se was such a great tour guide tahday, I won't pestah you'se anymore." Kit lamented with her arms crossed over her chest. "Tah'night, at least." she quickly added.

Messenger rolled his eyes at her. She caught up with his pace.

"Your folks won't be worried dat you'se gettin' home so late?" she asked. Kit felt guilty for taking so much of his day. Unlike most newsies, he had a family to get back to.

"It's fine. Dey're used ta me comin' in at odd hours. I'se honestly don't see my family all dat much. I'm awake 'fore ev'ryone else to get to da circulation centah, an' I'm eidah sellin' all day, o' travellin' ta relay information fo' Spot, or jus' doin' errands fo' da newsies'"

"What a busy bee." Her comment earned a chuckle from Messenger.

"Yeah, I s'pose so. Keeps da money flowin' in." He shrugged nonchalantly. His schedule and lifestyle have become normal to him ever since he joined the Brooklyn newsies.