SOLD ON A MONDAY By Kristina McMorris

"August 1931 – It was their eyes that first drew Ellis in. Seated on the front porch of a weathered gray farmhouse, among the few homes lining the road surrounded by hayfields, two boys were pitching pebbles at a tin can. Ages six and eight at most, they wore no shoes or shirts. Only patched overalls exposing much of their fair skin tinted by grime and summer sun. The two had to be brothers. With their lean frames and scraggly copper hair, they looked like the same kid at different stages of life. And then there were their eyes. From as far as twenty feet away, they grabbed hold of Ellis...