“Get back here, Bobby!” Macy raced after her little brother, a toothbrush in hand. She tried swiping, but Bobby had already bolted for the kitchen and dove between the legs of the table.
“No running in the house,” Mrs. Kwon said.
“But Mom! Bobby won’t brush his teeth!” In response, Bobby stuck his head out and blew a rather loud and rather rude raspberry.
“Don’t worry, Mace,” said Wes. “I’ll give you a hand in a sec.” Mrs. Kwon beamed and patted Wesley’s cheek affectionately.
“Are we ready?” From the steps, Mr. Kwon finished his necktie before arriving at the first floor. He was a rather quiet man, with soft eyes hidden behind a pair of thick spectacles. Wes could not remember a time when he’d ever seen Mr. Kwon upset. At most, he might have seen him perplexed. Overall, the Kwons had a
