
"Ok," Lynn began, "Foist of all, Sarah is Les an' Davy's sista'."
"Yeah, I know that."
Lynn nodded. "Ok, good. Now, when Davy and Les became newsies Jack kinda made friends wid �em. So that means �e also met Sarah.
"Jack had a real thing for Sarah. That's part of da reason why he din't go ta Santa Fe. After da strike was ova' he was gonna leave but �e had a little talk wit da mayor and changed �is mind."
"So then what happened?" I asked eagerly.
Lynn shrugged. "Not much I guess. �E just sorta stopped seein' her I guess, although I don't really know if she took da hint. I hoid she was pretty broken up over da whole thing." I nodded, taking it all in.
"Well, I gotta go sell me papes. I'll see ya."
"Yeah, bye." I said, numbly, as Lynn turned to leave. Ugh. Jack had a history. He was too popular for his own good really. Why didn't he just tell me about her last night? Was he afraid I would get mad? Well, actually I would have been a bit upset. But I would have rather have had him tell me instead of asking someone else. What upset me the most was the fact that he couldn't bring himself to tell me.
As I sat there I suddenly realized what had happened. Jack had fallen off the pedestal that he had been placed upon. I had thought he was wonderful; everything about him had enchanted me. From the way he smiled and his hair to his his street smarts and kindness. But suddenly, Jack didn't seem so great. He just seemed like any other guy, spineless and insensitive. And that's what hurt most of all.
