“The steel wire on this drum has a three-ton pull rating,” Lucas said.

“It does,” I said, checking the expiration date on the sterile saline bags in the orange kit.

“Mom,” Lucas said, stopping his foot mid-swing.

“Are you scared he’s going to yell at us?”

“I’m thinking about whether taking you there will hurt you,” I said.

“We’re eight,” Lucas said, looking right at my face.

“We know how to act in a big house.”

“It isn’t about manners, Lucas,” I said.