Leo frowned. “How am I supposed to reach them all?”
Leo tried. He lit the first candle and waited. Counted to ten in his head. The flame grew tall and calm. Then he lit the second. Then the third. He wanted to rush. His hands tingled. But his feet stayed planted. He reached, paused, breathed. By the time he lit the seventh candle, the first was still burning brightly. discipline4 boys
He led Leo to the garage, where a long plank of wood rested on two sawhorses. On it sat a row of thin white candles, a box of long wooden matches, and a stopwatch. Leo frowned
Then he pointed to the second row—seven flames, quiet and strong. “That’s a young man choosing.” Counted to ten in his head
“I’ll get it later.” His hands were already reaching for his game controller.