“School topper! 99%! You knocked it outta the park Son!” gloated Pete’s Dad.
Mother beamed. His brother, Mark hugged him, his face shining with pride, eyes misty. Mark didn’t say anything, as always, economizing on words to hide his stutter.
Mark reached out tentatively as if to hug Dad.
Dad hastily looked away. “Get the cake dear. Celebration time!”
Pete watched on with a glacial smile.