both looked skeptical. Mommy tried not to have too
much of a reacti
on when she saw him, but the sight of
his swollen cheek widened her eyes anyway. "Hi," he said and they nodded. speechless. "What did you tell them?" he asked as we
walked away.
"Exactly what you told me,"
"They look like they don't believe it."
I stopped.
"Who would?" I asked and he laughed. We went to the office and began to review his
social studies material first. We worked the same time
all the remainder of the week, then we expanded our
study hours as the final exam dates approached.
Daddy was worried I was spending too much time
helping Harley and not enough on my own work. but I
assured him I wasn't.
What I discovered was if Harley really did
concentrate on something, he could gasp it rather
quickly. In the beginning Daddy looked in on us
occasionally. Whenever he did. Harley glanced at me
with that sardonic smirk on his face. I ignored it until
Mrs. Geary started appearing, ostensibly to clean
something or find something.
"A little paranoia floating through this house?"
Harley asked.
I couldn't think of any excuses so I just ignored
his remark. But for the last two days before finals. I
decided we would study in my room. There. I closed
the door.
When we were little, growing up together.
Harley was in my room from time to time, but over