
"Well, hea' we go again," Jack said, as he and Angela walked back out onto the street, ready to begin searching anew.
"Hey, Angie."
"Yeah?"
"Do ya, um, have some change?"
"Yeah, why?"
"I wanted ta buy a paper. I kinda miss not knowin' the da days news." Jack said, sheepishly. Angela laughed but her smile vanished as her eyes fell on the newsie selling on the corner. It was Ice. Angela pursed her lips, not wanting to mention her discomfort to Jack as he dragged her across the street.
"We wanna buy a pape-" Jack sucked in his breath as Ice met his gaze, "paper. We'd like a paper." Ice handed a paper to Jack as Angela handed him a penny.
"We're looking for someone. A girl; she's tall with long blond hair?" Angela asked quietly. Ice looked at her, studying her face carefully.
"What's your name." It wasn't a question, it was an order.
"Angela DeLanci," Angela replied impatiently.
"What's your mother's name?"
"Excuse me?"
"What is your mother's name," Ice repeated, growing exasperated.
"Hey, why don't chu mind yer own-"
Angela had been studying Ice carefully and held up a hand to stop Jack. "My mother's name was Julianna," she said, perplexed by the question. Ice nodded; his face revealed no emotion.
"The girl you were looking for...green eyes? Wears her hair in two braids?"
"Yeah, dat's her," Jack nodded.
"Do you know where she is?"
Ice looked from Jack to Angela and silently turned and started walking down the street. Angela and Jack exchanged a glance before following him down the block. Ice led them to a small Irish neighborhood a few blocks east of Angela's house. He stopped in front of a small butcher shop and stepped inside. Jack and Angela followed him back behind the counter and up a small flight of stairs. They found themselves in a small corridor. Ice impatiently banged on the first door.
"Ryan, what are you doing here?" A tall young man with blue eyes and red-brown hair unlocked the door. Ice motioned with his head towards Jack and Angela. The man nodded and ushered them inside. Sitting at the small wooden kitchen table was none other than Clara, who was nursing a bruised cheek and cut lip.
"Clara, what happened to you?" Angela frowned at Clara's injuries. Clara rolled her eyes and mumbled something under her breath.
"Excuse me?" Jack looked at Clara sternly.
"Nothing," Clara muttered, refusing to take meet Jack's gaze. Not knowing what else to do, Jack sighed and sat down at the table.
"I'm sorry," a new voice broke in, "let me introduce myself. I'm Danny O'Flaghtery. That's my brother, Ryan," Danny indicated to Ice who was brooding in the kitchen corner.
"Yes, we've met," Angela said slowly.
"Jack. Jack Kelly," Jack shook Danny's outstreched hand.
"Angela DeLanci," Angela turned and also shook Danny's hand.
Suddenly, Ice stood up and crossed the room, pulling his brother aside. Ignoring them, Angela turned her attention back to Clara. Angela pulled out a chair and heavily sat down next to her.
"Clara," she began slowly, "I want to," Angela sighed and put her face in her hands, "apologize. I want to apologize...for my behavior. Last night...and...everything. I shouldn't have been so...harsh with you and I'm sorry," she finished.
"Yeah, I'm sorry too," Jack added sincerely.
"But," Angela interjected, "I'm still...upset. With you. About everything."
Jack nodded soberly. Clara sighed and continued pressing the raw steak Danny had given her against her swelling cheek. Jack looked at her and slowly grinned. "Now wouldja mind tellin' us how ya got yer face banged up?" he asked wryly.
Clara smiled slightly and parted her lips, about to launch into her explanation.
"Excuse me, Angela?"
"Hmm? Yes?" Angela turned to face Danny. Danny looked at her cautiously and began to shake his head, decideing against asking his question. He then paused and looked at Angela for a moment, his face clearing.
"What was your mother's name?" Danny finally asked.
Angela's eyes grew wide. "Julianna...why?"
Danny smiled a little. "It's nothing," his shook his head, "you just, well you remind me of her."
"Wha-"
"Really? Really!? She reminds your of her mother, how sweet," Ice's words oozed with sarcacism, "tell me, why is that? Exactly why does she remind you of her mother, hmm? Is it because she's rich? Or maybe because she's a hypocrite who's too educated for her own good?" Ice's eyes blazed, his voice cracking. He stared at his dumbfounded brother for a brief moment before turning and storming out of the apartment.
