The strike was over and things in the Bronx had been... taken care of, more or less. So why did Race feel like this was the beginning of another uphill battle? Jack's growing up and making plans to leave and the leadership role he'd occupied for so long was now being thrust onto Race. And now, not only is Race stuck m...
Five strikes. That's all The Council lets you have. Then.... well, no one actually knows what happens. None of the boys have ever met someone with five strikes before. That scares Jack who, at seventeen, already has four of his. He can't remember how he got them either, but he's determined to figure it out. And when h...
"Race, what's goin' on? Where 'ave ya been?" Crutchie asked, eyeing the boy with worry. Race ignored him and continued limping to the stairs. "Race, get back over here. Crutch and I stayed up waitin' for ya, the least you can do is tell us where youse been." "I'm fine," Race mumbled, not stopping. Jack quickly steppe...