“Charlie,” Uncle Stokes begins. “Stand up, please.” Charlie rolls his eyes—well, a partial eye roll. It seemed to stop midway. He stands from the table. “Out in front,” Mr. Wagner requests. “Right,” Charlie says dryly. He rounds the table so the board can get a good look at him. “Appraise the cattle.” Xander nearly chokes on a sip of Lightning Bolt! Eliot is grinning beside me and says under his breath, “Dig that grave, brother.”
