Wet Papes, Wet Pavement ; theyounggreen
Sometimes, with all the buildings rising over the streets of New York, weather could sneak up on you in the city. Even the newsies, who were outside year-round, would sometimes get caught in a sudden downpour; you sold whether the sky was grey or not, and when it rained, you got your papes out of the wet real quick, because nobody wanted to buy a smudged paper any more than they wanted to walk in the rain. So that's how Isaac ended up under the awning of a women's clothing store, shaking water off of his hat and checking inside his paper bag as the rain picked up, tapping out an insistent patter on the canvas above his head. It wasn't a bad spot, all things considered, with the rain cooling off the stale summer air and a trickle of women seeking refuge in the store behind him. He offered them his papers as they passed inside, grinning at the prettier ones and even making a few sales, besides.