“Did you get in a fight?” I asked.

“No,” Matty said.

“I wanted to yell at them.

I wanted to bring your medal folder to school and slam it down on their table.”

He looked away toward the grass in the front yard.

“Why didn’t you yell?” I asked gently.

“Because you told me the truth doesn’t need to shout,” Matty said.

“That’s right,” I said.