“It’s club rules.” Owen tucked his thumbs into his waistcoat as he’d seen father do.
“But it’s gross.” Liam stared at the lollipop and then at the expectant faces surrounding him.
He’d been begging to join his brother’s treehouse club for weeks, but now the initiation ceremony didn’t seem worth the prize. Feathers and the legs of beetles were held to the stick by an icky white substance he couldn’t even guess at.
“Do it,” Owen snarled.
“Leave him alone, he’s just a baby,” said Tommy.
Liam stuck his tongue out and closed his eyes. Nobody called him a baby.