"Yes."
"That actually makes sense," Evan said, and then, hearing the silence, "I mean — I'm sorry if you didn't want it to."
Mark put his head back against the rest. The ceiling of the car was a dull fabric sky. "I took money from a developer. Not a sale. A hold. I have to give it back and tell him I was talking about something that wasn't mine. I don't know why I'm telling you except that if I tell your aunts first I'll make it a speech."
"Give it back," Evan said. He sounded older than the hallway. "The speech won't spend. Uncle stuff — I don't know. Mom says you get bigger when you're scared."