Lucas ducked away, laughing so hard that he lost the advantage and nearly sat down in the grass.

“You can’t do that!” Oliver shouted.

“Do what?”

“Be on the floor!”

“It’s grass!”

Clara watched over the edge of her cup.

The noise was not proof that nothing difficult had ever happened.

It was the sound of two children arguing about a game because they had the strength, breath, and freedom to do so.