Owen sat angled slightly in front of his brother on the bench, his shoulder turned forward.

He chewed a french fry and watched the front door of the restaurant.

He used very few words with strangers, and he was completely silent now, scanning the room.

“You earned every single point on that board,” Claire said.

She paused to breathe, looking at her sons.

“Nobody gave you a free pass.”

Arthur picked up his hamburger.

“They can afford better suits, but they can’t buy better brains.”