When I went down to the kitchen, everyone was sitting at the table eating breakfast. My mother grabbed my arm and had me sit down. “Have some breakfast, Zac,” she sang cheerfully.
Josh looked up and started giggling. “Where’d you get the black...?” He stopped when Billy reached under the table and smacked him on his leg. He started to say something else, but he stopped when my father shook his head and gave him a stare that only a parent possesses. He shyly dropped his head and took another bit