Post by Vice Ingram on Dec 18, 2008 20:43:11 GMT -5
Boots sighed complacently, running a hand through his nappy curls as he tightened his grip on the papers still nestled under his arm. Why even bother? The day had dragged on, each hour stretching itself until it squealed, the minutes ticking by even more slowly. And he had next to nothing to show for it; the wad of crumpled newspaper he still clutched was evidence of the lack of interest shown by potential customers. Maybe it'd been the headlines. Boots nodded to himself as he walked. That had to be it.
He rounded the corner, slowing his pace to a stop in front of the Manhattan lodging house. He didn't go in. Several other newsies were crowded around the entrance, huddled into a small group and talking excitedly amongst themselves. Boots rolled his dark eyes, preparing to step deliberately around them, but just as he took a step, one of the boys uttered words that instantly struck his curiosity. Boots leaned in.
He rounded the corner, slowing his pace to a stop in front of the Manhattan lodging house. He didn't go in. Several other newsies were crowded around the entrance, huddled into a small group and talking excitedly amongst themselves. Boots rolled his dark eyes, preparing to step deliberately around them, but just as he took a step, one of the boys uttered words that instantly struck his curiosity. Boots leaned in.
