After the dream she had, Tabitha had found her own voice sounded weird to her.
did not do anything for a moment but then his small shoulders shrugged and he smiled at Tabitha.
Tabitha managed a smile herself. Despite being rescued, Tabitha was not accustomed to it, having lived off the streets and fending for herself.
"Just because I'm a girl, don't expect me to ask for your help," she stated to the small orphan boy.
Tabitha noticed Ben
seemed confused, maybe bewildered by her harsh tone. She had to remind herself that this boy had done no wrong to her, the opposite in fact and had not even asked for anything in return.
And he looked rather scrawny, shorter then a normal boy of his age.
'Obviously the runt of the litter,' thought Tabitha to herself, but not in a mean way.
felt slightly hurt by what the girl said to him. He knew the way of the streets but did not know that this girl felt so strongly about it.
He knew the streets better, having possibly one or more years to his credit then the girl did, though he could not really tell the girl's age, she seemed younger then himself.
(to be continued...)