“You’re grounded,” I said, clarifying. “Yes.” “For what?” He winced, then shook his head, looking over at the fountain. Who knew the truth could be so hard for Owen Armstrong, the most honest boy in the world. But if I asked, he would tell. That I knew for sure. “Owen,” I said as he squirmed, noticeably, his shoulder wriggling, “what did you do?” He just looked at me for a minute. Then he sighed. “I punched Will Cash in the face.” “What were you thinking?” “Well, clearly I wasn’t.” He flushed a deeper red. “I didn’t intend to do it.” “You punched him by accident.” “No.” He shot me a look.
