Pint-Sized Patriots: A Mystery Short Story
by Triss Stein
Of course we were all little pint-size patriots in those days. We had a small gang there on North Indiana Avenue when it teemed with the post-war baby explosion. There were four of us, just from our end of the block, all in the same room in elementary school, and we were all red-blooded Americans; after all, every one of our fathers had fought in the war!
