"Are ya sick?" Jack asks me, holding my hair back as I heave into the toilet. When I get done, I brush my teeth throughly.
"I dunno, but I feel fine now," I tell him, shrugging my shoulders. Jack stares at me blankly, but then, he smiles.
"Ya mean ta tell me ya left me for a year ta go ta medical school, ta come back 'n not even know if you's sick?" he teases. I punch his arm lightly.
"Hey now! I neva loined 'bout any kinda illness like this!" I retort. And I haven't. I don't even know what could be wrong with me. I throw up and feel awful right before, but I feel completely fine right after.
"Well, maybe we should have the docta come 'n look atcha," Jack suggests. I nod.
"Yeah, sounds great," I tell him, changing out of my pajamas and putting on my best dress and dress shoes. Jack stares at me, probably wonder why the hell I'm putting on a dress.
"Who are ya 'n what've ya don't wit me sista?" Jack asks, causing me to laugh. I shrug my shoulders.
"Ah, shaddup!" I tell Jack while buttoning the buttons on the cream colored dress. They start at my waist and button up to the top of the dress. "I's got a job interview."
"Ya do?" Jack asks. Oh, yeah, I didn't tell him.
"Yeah, wit the hospital. I's gonna woik under docta Lambart, if I get the job," I tell Jack. He smiles.
"At least you'll be familia wit the docta," Jack says. I punch his arm.
"Shaddup," I repeat. Jack just chuckles, passing me my shawl that I was finally able to afford. It's a bit chilly out today. Spring hasn't been treating New York well.
"Ya think they's gonna like the accent?" Jack asks. I scoff, straighten up, and speak in a clear, accent-less tone.
"No, which is why I'm dropping it for the interview," I say, causing Jack's jaw I drop.
"How'd ya do that?" he asks me. I smirk at him.
"A magician neva tells 'er secrets," I taunt. Jack folds his arms over his chest and studies me.
"Ya think your well 'nough ta do this?" Jack asks me. I shrug and nod.
"Yeah," I tell him. "I dunno what kinda whacked up virus I got. I don't think it's much ta worry 'bout though."
"Okay, whateva ya say, doc," Jack taunts as I put on a hat (which is sadly, not a Newsie hat) and start to the door. Jack pulls me into him and kisses my forehead.
"You'll be great," he tells me encouragingly. He kisses my head once more before turning me loose. "Go get 'em!"
"Sure thing, Jack," I reply. Jack's laugh can be heard from the lodging house as I walk away.
I enter the hospital, soaking up the smell of the clean air. I love the smell. Most people hate it. I go up to the front desk and tell them who I am and why I'm here. They mark down that I'm here and tell me they'll call me back as soon as my interviewer gets here.
"Jaylinn Kelly," I hear. And, it's music to my ears. At school, it was Miss Sullivan. Always. I stand and see a man with a clip board. "Right this way."
We walk in and sit down at a desk. He pulls a pencil out of a gray mug on the table. He starts jotting things down on his papers.
"So, to start off, I'm Wilbur Floz," he opens. I smile and firmly shake his hand.
"It's very nice to meet you Mr. Floz," I say graciously.
"I can hear that accent," he says, smiling, and I blush. "It's okay to use it."
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Brooklyn *Spot Conlon Love Story*
Romance"In my defense, I've never really known a guy as more than a friend. Never really looked at a guy that way and don't see why I should." ~ Jaylinn Kelly. Yes, she says that now, but what happens when she meets the fearless, King of Brooklyn and her...
