Brian had said he might come.

Near closing time, Zachary asked if we could save him a slice of cake.

We wrapped it in foil.

Three days later I threw it away.

At ten, Nathan made a model bridge strong enough to hold a stack of encyclopedias.

He asked if his father worked with bridges.

I told him honestly that I didn’t know.

At thirteen, the twins decided together not to send any more letters.