He averts his gaze. “I’m not a fucking idiot.” “I know you’re not.” I draw in a breath. “An idiot can’t sing or play piano the way you do. An idiot can’t drive. An idiot doesn’t have great taste in music like you do…so no, you’re not an idiot. But I do think you’re having difficulty when it comes to reading. Can you try to explain what happens so I can better understand?” He’s silent for so long I fear I’m wasting my time…but then he finally speaks. “The words…the letters. They get all jumbled up. I can’t keep them straight.” I think about this for a moment. “You mean like dyslexia?” He
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