“The soup,” Ethan said, sliding his thermos into the mesh pouch on the outside.

“And I put my finished algebra worksheet on top so Mr.

Davis can see it.”

“Good for you.”

I filled two ceramic mugs to the brim and carried one over, setting it on the place mat next to his orange juice.

“Captain Samuel Holt sent a formal confirmation from the reserve depot at seven this morning,” I said, reaching down to adjust my watch strap on my wrist.

“My transfer to regional shore duty is final.”