The boys had already beaten me to the table. They were leaning forward, looking at Isaac’s cell phone. My smile disappeared. As I stepped up to the counter, I heard my own voice coming from the phone. “I see you’ve heard,” I announced, mildly annoyed. Isaac was beaming, Ethan laughing. Miles was his usual quiet self. “Heard, seen, and watched about a dozen times,” Isaac answered joyfully. “That was the best thing I’ve seen in years.” “You did handle her rather brilliantly,”
