The kids were getting a little restless. We had
been taking pictures of everybody with a Polaroid, a kind of school
picture day at the Kid's Club, except that most of these kids
had no parents to take the snapshots home to. They were proud
of their pictures. They would compare them, show them off to each
other, a few even wanted retakes, to fix a blink or a funny expression.
And then there was the one short, crewcut, clown
of the bunch. He needed three retakes before he was satisfied.