My friend Joanne and I, both 10, liked doing things together. One day, we walked downtown to the drugstore to pick up an order for Joanne’s mom.
When we arrived, Mr. Margolis, the druggist, greeted us just like we were grown-ups and we chatted for a minute or two. Then he disappeared into the back room to get the item we had come for while we waited by the candy counter.
Suddenly, Joanne grabbed a roll of Life Savers and slipped them in her pocket. I was surprised, but I didn’t say anything.