From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sight
I’m hunched over the kitchen table, gnawing my lip while I try to fit "clue" into this new-fangled **crossword puzzle** in the gazette. It beats staring at the headlines about more folks getting mangled at the train tracks, though Ma says the scary roar of some motor-car is just a shortcut to a **no man's land** anyway. The kitchen hums with that expensive new **refrigerator for home use** Pa bought, its hulking white frame glowing like a ghost in the dim light. I’m itching to skip the **movies** tonight just so I can fiddle with my shiny new **zipper**—tugging that metal tooth-track up and down feels like magic compared to those old, fussy buttons.