evening.
It felt normal.
It had always felt normal.
"You see what they're trying to push through now," his uncle said, to nobody specific and everybody generally. "In the school boards."
Chase reached for the bread.
"Saw that," his dad said. "Ridiculous."
"Kids don't need to be
Chase had slipped back into it easily, the way you slip into an old jacket. The rhythms of it. His dad at the head of the table. His mom refilling things before they were empty. His cousins arguing about something that didn't matter. His uncle already on his second opinion of the