He kept polishing the left lens with his thumb.

“How was the rest of your day at school?” I asked him.

He slipped the round glasses back over his ears and pushed them up his nose.

“Tyler sat across from me at the lunch table in the middle,” Matty said.

His voice was small, nearly swallowed by the rustle of dry oak leaves blowing across the driveway.

“What did Tyler say?”

“He said his uncle is a chief at the station in Norfolk,” Matty said.