Max and the Missing Glasses

Max was seven years old, and he noticed things. He noticed when his little sister hid peas under her napkin. He noticed when the postman whistled a new tune. And that Tuesday morning, he noticed something sad.

Mrs. Alvarez, who lived across the street, was standing on her porch squinting at a letter. She held it close to her face, then far away, then close again. Finally, she sighed and sat down on her step.