Wyatt talked about the difference between a comet and an asteroid.

Delilah complained about a classmate who copied her drawing.

Savannah told an elaborate story about a frog who had opened a restaurant for birds.

I stood at the stove and listened.

There were no cameras, no distant relatives watching for signs of victory, and no invitations designed to humiliate anybody.

Terrence was simply there.

Occasionally he made a mistake.

He called one boy by the other’s name.