Old Mr. Parker loved playing chess, and old Mrs. Parker took out the checkerboard and pieces at once.

"After you, father." Ethan sat upright.

"Great!" Old Mr. Parker moved a piece ahead.

Old Mrs. Parker, instead, set aside, chatting with her son. "When you're not home, your father often plays chess alone. I don't understand why it's so fun for him."

"My old brother has never come back home?" Ethan asked.

"Don't mention that, jerk!" Old Mr. Parker seemed displeased.

Old Mrs. Parker ...