The paperboys lodging was a place in Brooklyn that houses the boys who homes to return back to after working all day. Most of them were 13 - 20. Your job was to clean up in the mornings and make the food for the boys. You've gotten rather close to them. They heard you humming a tune in the morning and every since they've asked you to sing for them. "Come on, please sing for us," Kit said, kneeling in front of you, resting his hands on your knee, resting his head on them. "One song, please?"