“Did you see Mason’s face when they called your names?” Owen said.

Eli shrugged.

“No.” Then he asked the waitress whether the pie was pie or cake.

Claire drank her coffee and didn’t check the price of anything on the menu.

She left the change and the five from her coat pocket folded under the salt shaker.

In the parking lot Eli carried his medal in his jacket pocket with his hand over it.

“Mom, can I take it to school Monday?”