“T-r-u-t-h. That’s right.” Mathias nodded, as if that was what Devon had said. “I knew how to spell it too.”
I looked down into my brother’s face as I struggled to hold him up still. I never knew whether or not to correct him when he made mistakes like that. Mathias’s way seemed to work. Devon was still smiling.
“But I was so nervous.” Mathias continued his story. “We could have won. It was my team against your brother’s.”
“I want Reed to win.”
I hated myself even more.
“Ah…he could have, you see, but you know what he did, Devon?”
“What?”
“When I couldn’t spell the word…because I was too scared to move and go to the board in front of everyone…When I stood there, frozen, and tinkled in front of the whole class…Reed passed up the victory. He not only refused to accept the win on a technicality like that, he’s such a noble man, your brother is, even as a little boy, he stuck up for me that day and yelled at everyone to stop laughing.”