afternoon, about four o'clock
Old faces , young faces , dull faces , scarred faces , clear faces , plain faces and faces so plastered with makeup that their nature ca n't be seen at all . They bark place-names at you , or ask pleasantly about the cost of round-trip versus one-way tickets to Chicago or East Burlap . You deal with them and then you wait for the next . Then one afternoon , about four o'clock , a face barely visible over the edge of the marble counter looks up at you with a boy 's cheerful freckled smile . You have to stand up in order to see him . You smile , and he grins at you . Among his belongings is a little leather suitcase , kid 's size , but not a toy .