"Now, Tom had seemed like a decent guy when we watched him during track practice, and seeing that sign on the bulletin board had given us a clue that he had a good heart, too. But it was almost as if he knew we needed more convincing. And by the time we lost him--just a few streets away from our block--we were he couldn't be the same guy who had robbed Speedy Jack's. In fact, he turned out to be the nicest, most polite, most civic-minded boy I've ever seen. Here's what we saw him do: He spotted a dog wandering into the road and stopped to coax it onto the sidewalk. He helped a little old lady across the street (really!), holding his hand up to stop traffic for her. He hopped off his skateboard and bent down to tie a child's shoe. The mother (whose arms were full of groceries) looked like she wanted to hug him. He gave directions to a motorist, nodding politely at all her questions. He picked up litter from the sidewalk and threw it into a trash can. He stopped to admire a baby in its carriage. It was while he was cooing over the baby that Sunny gave me a disgusted look. "Are we wasting our time, or what?" she asked. I giggled. "Somehow I find it hard to believe he could swat a fly, much less hold up a store." When Tom finished with the baby, he straightened up, stepped back onto his skateboard, and zipped around a corner. We let him go. Sunny sighed. "He'll make some girl a fine husband one day," she said, with a straight face. Then we cracked up. We were still laughing about it a half hour later, when Jill and Maggie showed up at Sunny's for our party-planning session. We told them all about "Saint Tom," as we'd begun to call him."