The next morning I awoke to the usual sounds coming from the bed in our room. But rather than wait it out, I grabbed my other shirt from the pile on the floor and darted out of the room. I saw Train was in the washroom as well. He shook his head when he saw me. "I see ya couldn't sleep either?"
"It seemed like a good time to get up and start my day."
"I don't know how ya get any sleep livin in there. Ya welcome to a bunk in the main room anytime ya want. I gotta move my bed to another wall. The noise near that wall is just too much." He made a face as he said this.
I just laughed at his joke and went on washing up a bit. I had hoped that he would mention me needing to go to Manhattan again. But he didn't bring it up, and since I didn't want to appear too eager, I kept silent. Most of the boys began filing in to clean up and so I stepped outside to wait for the boys upstairs.
When everyone had exited we headed towards the Catholic Church. The nun handed me a half of a donut, which I flipped over a few times scraping the mold off the edges before taking two bites and handing the rest off to one of the younger boys. I headed back over to Topper and Jumper who were still standing next to one of the Nuns. He just shook his head at me as they followed her into the church. I was confused, but I was sure I'd get my answer later that night.
I looked up to see Train talking to some of the younger boys, who I assumed were being sent to deliver messages. It was a bad start to my selling day. I hated being left in the dark about what was going on around me. I couldn't help the scowl that kept creeping onto my face all day. I was barely able to make it through my stack of papers.
And I hoped that I'd be able to pin the older boys down when I got back that night.