Piper of Manhattan (Spot Conlon Love Story)

CHAPTER 2-COME BACK MY BABY

Piper's POV:

We all ran inside, and I got in line behind my brother.

"See ya tomorrow, Cowboy," Morris growled, walking into the Distribution Center.

"You're as good as dead, Cowboy," Oscar added.

"Yea', yea', that's wha' youse jokas said yes'erday," I said, causing the boys to laugh.

"Oh Weasel," Jack called, ringing the bell.

"Alright, alright! Hold ya horses! I'm coming, I'm coming!" Mr. Weasel said, opening the buying window.

"So, didja miss me Weasel? Huh, did ya miss me?" Jack asked.

"I told ya a million times, the name's Wisel. Mr. Wisel to you." Weasel said, shaking a finger at Jack. "How many?" He asked.

"Don't rush me, I'm perusing the merchandise Mr. 'Weasel'." Jack said, putting emphasis on Weasel. "The usual." Jack ordered, slapping his money on the table.

"100 papes for the wise guy!" Weasel said.

Jack got his papes from Morris and Race stepped up to buy his.

"Morning your honor! Listen, do me a favor, spot me 50 papes? I got a hot tip int the fourth, you won't waste your money." Race said, lighting his cigar.

"It's a sure thing?" Mr. Weasel asked.

"Yeah. Not like last time," Race assured him.

Weasel thought for a moment before shouting, "50 papes! Next!"

Racetrack got his papes and sat down next to Jack. Crutchy walked up to the window.

"Hiya Mr. Wisel," Crutchy greeted.

Leave it to my brother to be nice to everyone. I leaned over and read the Pape over Racetrack's shoulder.

"See anything good this morning?" I asked.

"30 Papes for Crutchy! Next!" I heard Weasel shout.

I walked up to the window.

"Morning, Weasel," I greeted smirking.

"Ugh," Weasel groaned.

"Now wha' kinda attatude is dat?" I asked.

"Just order ya papes and leave," Weasel growled.

"How many ya think Ise gonna get?" I asked, looking at him like he's stupid and handed him my money.

"Hundred Papes for the Pied Piper!" Weasel said, handing me my papes. "Now beat it!"

I smirked and tipped my hat.

"Always a pleasure, Weasel," I said, taking my papes and sitting by Jack and Racetrack. I saw the kid Jack ran into earlier and his little brother.

"'Ey kid, wanna sit?" I asked him and he nodded, sitting by me and Jack.

"20 papers please," the kid's older brother asked, "thanks."

"Look at this," Racetrack said, "'Baby Born With Two Heads'. Must be from Brooklyn."

I laughed.

"Hey, you got your lously papes, now beat it!" I heard Weasel shout.

I looked back to see the new guy counting his papes.

"I paid for 20, I only got 19," The guy said.

"You accusing me of lying, Kid?" Weasel shouted.

"No. I just want my Paper." The guy said.

"He said beat it," Morris growled.