Angela leaned against the doorway, watching David put his coat on. "Dave," she said, tugging him by the sleeve before he stepped out the front door.

"Yes?" he asked, turning to Angela.

"Can you do me a favor?"

"Sure, anything,"

Angela nodded and pursed her lips. "Would you please go to the Lodging House and tell the other newsies what happened to Jack?"

David nodded.

"And please, give them this address. They're more than welcome to come visit him."

"Of course," David said, nodding in understanding.

"And there's one more thing," Angela smiled a little. "I need your opinion on something."

"Ok," David said, nodding.

"Christmas eve, I'd like to invite all of Jack's friends, Mr. Kloppman, you, everyone at the Lodging House over for a party."

David flushed slightly. "Well, yes, but I'm Jewish," he said, embarrassed.

Angela laughed. "No, no. I mean," Angela's eyes grew wide as she realized that she had just sounded like she was making fun of David, "I know you're Jewish. That's not an issue. You and your family are invited, regardless if you celebrate the holiday or not. It's just a party. So what do you think of that idea? It would just be the newsies and my family. We'd have food and maybe a little gift for everyone. Nothing extravagant and everyone would get the same thing. And no hostess gifts either. I don't want to make anyone feel like they got less or more than anyone else nor do I want them to feel the need to me or my family a gift."

David nodded, digesting the information. Angela looked at him anxiously. "Well," David said, looking up at Angela, "I think this could be a really good thing," he said candidly. "You would have to very careful not to..." David sighed. "It's uncomfortable here. It's not you and it's not Johnny. It's not anyone. You don't make people feel uncomfortable. Even the house stops being so intimidating after a while. It's the idea of just coming here wearing your dirty, worn clothes and just feeling out of place." David sort of shrugged. "I guess you wouldn't really know what that's like."

"What? Feeling out of place? You think I don't know what it's like to feel out of place?" Angela asked, carefully measuring her words. She sighed and looked down at her feet. "I feel out of place every single day. Do you think that all of this," Angela swept her hand through the air, "is normal to me? That I have always lived like this? Do you, David?" Angela stared at him. She wasn't angry, but her voice was urgent.

"It hasn't always been this way. My family comes from a modest background. I come from a modest background. I wasn't just born into this. Things weren't always this way. I have never been poor and I do not have the right to say that I know what it's like to be poor because I don't. But I do have the right to tell you that you cannot correctly judge me by my clothes or by the house I live in. I don't know everything but I know more than you think I do. People judge me by my outward appearance every day. And I don't like what they say about me. But there really isn't a thing I can do about it. I'd just like to think that there are some bigger people out there who can look past outward appearances."

"I'm sorry," David said, stunned by Angela's sudden outpouring.

"Don't be sorry. Just keep that in mind, all right? And tell everyone about Jack and ask them what they would think of a Christmas party, ok?" Angela said, sounding tired.

David nodded. "I will. Take care."