From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sight
I scrubbed the newsprint soot off my hands, staring at the bold headlines about "preparedness" and "patriotism" while the flicker of a new electric clock caught my eye in the store window. Ma sent me for a loaf, and I felt like a real swell handing over the $0.06, even though those suit-and-tie fellas on the front page make it sound like the world is ending. It’s completely over the top how everyone’s buzzing about submachine guns and "Blighty" when I just want to catch the movies or hum along to *Poor Butterfly* while building my Lincoln Logs. Everything feels sharp and shifting, like the quick snap of a new toggle light switch.