Before I could push him further, his event coordinator called competitors back.
Noah kissed my cheek.
“Later, Mom.”
“Noah.”
“Trust me.”
Those words frightened me more than they should have.
4
At lunch, I finally found both boys sitting on a low concrete wall outside the convention center.
The rain had stopped.
Leaves skittered across the pavement.
“You two are hiding something.”
Nathan looked at Noah.
Noah looked at Nathan.
Twin diplomacy.
“I hate when you do that.”
“Do what?”
Nathan asked.
“Have conversations with your faces.”
Noah smiled.
“We'll tell you.”
“When?”
“After awards.”
“No.”
“Mom.”
“Noah, I watched you secretly hand something to Michael’s son.”
Nathan winced.
“You saw that?”
“Wonderful.
So you’re involved too.”
They exchanged another look.
I folded my arms.
“Thirteen years of parenting gives me executive authority.
Talk.”
Nathan sighed.
