She says Wyler just called the sixth grade down to the floor.”

My fingers tightened around the black vinyl cover on the steering wheel.

“Is Matty down on the floor?” I asked.

“Not yet,” Kenneth said, looking at his phone.

“She says Wyler’s standing at the Navy table under the blue banner.”

I shifted into third as the truck came off the dunes and onto the flat pavement of Sandbridge Road.

“He thinks the truth has to shout to prove itself,” I said.

“What did you tell Matty out on the porch last night?” Kenneth asked.