Derek took hold of a silver wrench and worked at the rusty nut on the bent training wheel.

Metal ground loudly on metal.

The rusted bracket finally came loose and clattered onto the cement.

“That’s the last side off,” Derek said.

He rubbed his thumb against his knuckle.

Thick black grease stained the cuffs of his gray flannel shirt.

Noah stood a few feet back at the edge of the damp grass.

He held his left sleeve tight in his right hand.