Leo stared at the row of steady flames. “So being fast is worse?”
“Light them,” Grandpa said. “All seven. Fast as you can.” discipline4 boys
Leo was twelve and had the fastest hands in his grade. He could snatch a cookie from the jar without a creak, flick a paper football across the cafeteria before the teacher turned around, and unlace his sneakers under the desk without looking. His hands, he believed, were born for motion, not stillness. Leo stared at the row of steady flames