The little girl sat down. A little boy and a young boy sat next to her. She opened her backpack. “It’s only a sandwich.” Two pieces of bread went to the floor. She ate half a slice of yellow cheese and a slice of ham. The uneaten cheese and a carton pint of milk joined the stuff on the floor. She moved about in her seat. Her right hand hit the young boy’s thigh. “Stop it.” She hit him again. “I said stop it. You’re being rough.” She opened a small container. In a second or two the white contents were on the young boy’s trousers. He raised his voice. “Stop that.” The people around them stared. A few rolled their eyes. “That girl must be about 10. Just think what she will be like 10 years from now,” someone said in a low voice. The subway stopped at Tremont Avenue. The little boy, the young boy and the girl got off.