THEY STOOD along the side wall and shifted in their shoes. They looked at each other and crinkled their noses. The taller ones draped their arms over the shoulders of the shorter ones, played with their hair, placed their hands on the sides of their heads, made them shake and nod. They did what kids do when you ask them to be still.
One of them, a skinny, little wisp of a thing, maybe 6 or 7 years old, pulled his arms inside his T-shirt and stuck his elbows out his sleeves. The adult in charge shot him a sideways glance.