“Henry!” Seth screamed. “You have to get in here! August’s sad! We have to help him!” Then Seth wrapped himself around August, rising to his feet to get a better hold. August could feel the boy’s hair pressed against his face. He worked hard at holding in tears. So as not to alarm the boys. No, that was a pathetic excuse, he realized. He always worked hard at holding in tears. He would have to stop doing that. Someday. Not now. After a moment August felt Henry’s arms wrap around his chest, and the little guy’s face pressed up hard on his shoulder. “Don’t be sad, August,” the little mouse voice
