Little Eddie saw the same gang every time he went into the coffee shop. He’d be in line holding his mother’s hand when curiosity would get the better of him, demanding he sneak a peek at the back corner of the store.
He’d watch them closely, his attention undivided. Four grizzled men in dusty old rags and sweat stained cowboy hats sitting around a table, playing cards.
How could these customers ignore this spectacle? Why was no one else paying attention? Little Eddie could never understand.
It never occurred to the young boy that no one else could see them.
The Weekday One Hundred 