Shiny Faces
It was time for my shiny face. That's what Mrs. Elgin called it. And not just mine, but everyone's. We were salesmen, the bunch of us, boys and girls. Some of us were as young as five and some as old as fifteen, and even one boy who was sixteen. He was the old man in our midst. Most of us were between 8 and 13, but we were older than that really. Being an orphan is like that. It makes you old really fast, cynical and realistic. Even the little kids knew that every day that passed in the...