Claire stayed in her folding chair.

She watched the tournament director step behind her sons.

The official reached into a velvet box sitting on the podium.

He brought out two thick blue ribbons.

Claire leaned forward to watch the heavy brass medals being placed around Eli’s and Owen’s necks.

Arthur stepped back onto a dark green floor tile and held up his small silver digital camera.

He waved the boys closer to the wide brick column.