Ethan set down his fork.

“That was the toast.”

“That was the useful part of it.” Ryan chewed.

“You’re all right.

Eat your dinner.”

He danced one song with me after that and counted under his breath the whole way around the floor, and I put my chin on his shoulder and let him count.

Chloe took a picture of the two of us with her phone and turned it around so we could see.

Ryan’s eyes were shut.