“That’s easy,” Devon said. “T-r-u-e-t-h.”
I looked at Mathias. I got a lump in my throat, because I loved my little dork brother more than anything in the world, and I hated myself, because I was a little bit embarrassed by him right then.
“T-r-u-t-h. That’s right.” Mathias nodded, as if that was what Devon had said. “I knew how to spell it too.”
I looked down into my brother’s face as I struggled to hold him up still. I never knew whether or not to correct him when he made mistakes like that. Mathias’s way seemed to work. Devon was still smiling.
“But I was so nervous.” Mathias continued his story. “We could have won. It was my team against your brother’s.”
“I want Reed to win.”
I hated myself even more.
“Ah…he could have, you see, but you know what he did, Devon?”
“What?”
“When
