Aggie

Mrs. Collins. Never seen so many children out. Snowmen in every yard this year. Billy. Look at mine, Mr Willis. Got a baseball for a nose and my best aggies for eyes. Mr. Willis. Yeah, marbles are fine—but in my day we used coal.

Most of the time it went fine; some of his classmates had so many marbles they could have opened up their own shop in smurfs, pirates, purple aggies and pink panthers.

I got aggie like a motherfucker.

"Why do you call Mrs. Stone Aggie? Agnes is such a beautiful name, it is a shame to nick it in that way." Then, quickly regretting his impatience, he added, "You would not have been jealous, would you, Jenny?"