The first breakfast in Dante's house began with Noah declaring that the eggs looked suspicious.
He sat at the long kitchen table with one dinosaur beside his plate like a legal adviser. The kitchen was bright, polished, and too elegant for a child judging eggs with moral concern. Mrs. Alvarez stood at the counter, hiding a smile badly. Livia sat beside Noah. Dante sat across from them.
Not at the head of the table.
Livia noticed.
He probably wanted her to notice.
That annoyed her. It also mattered.
— Eggs are not suspicious, — she said.
Noah poked them with his fork.
— These are too yellow.
Mrs. Alvarez cleared her throat.
— That is usually considered a compliment.
— My eggs at home are less rich.
Dante looked at the eggs as if they might indeed reveal class privilege.
— Would
