She pulled a tin can out of her cart, one she had filled with pebbles and scrap metal. It made a very effective rattle. She was still shaking it seven...minutes later as the last notes faded.We didn’t look behind us, and when I heard clapping I looked back in surprise. There must have been three dozen people standing there. One woman held her three year old child up, and the girl dropped a five in her rattle. Her can was full of bills and change in no time. The guys on the ground shared in their. The items were being passed around the group as each girl checked the toys out. Liz handed me the glass one at one point after I’d finished wiping the table... I held it in my hand and looked at my palm through it, the image contorted as if I was in a fun house mirror. The piece was surprisingly heavy and firm; I’d never considered the density of solid glass. And the piece was beautifuly constructed.“Like that one, do you?” Amelia said. I looked up, startled, and realized that I’d been admiring. Almost tagging one of the torturers.“Guess you’ll have to put in for a double pack of Depends, old man,” I retaliated. “Seems that prostate of yours isn’t as strong as you thought.”Still coming down from his giggle fit, he conceded defeat. “Ya got me there, Charlie. Hope nobody got hit by friendly fire,” he said to the ladies.“No harm, dear,” assured Mom. “We just hope this helped you both learn your lesson about snooping where you shouldn’t,” replied Mom.“Well ... I’m sure I speak for Charlie. By the end of October, they'd only lost once so chances for playing for the AA championship looked pretty good. Davey's wizardry on the field was spotlighted in our local rag nearly every week.But with Margie teaching, me working late hours on a new contract and Davey being at home on school nights, opportunities to wrestle under the sheets were becoming fewer and fewer. We kept making up excuses to be together and frankly, some of them were pretty lame but somehow Davey didn't seem to be any.