Their faces disfigured as they squinted + grinned with the impossible effort of thinking up problems larger than their minds. They kept going until I was defeated by their absurdities. Once it was all over, they pinched my cheeks + patted my head, congratulating me for my efforts, like gracious victors. I was 11. This went on for about a year. Ended because I no longer looked like a child. Never told this to anyone in its entirety. Especially after marrying A.
Her penchant for language and memory was in Vanner’s book. But her math abilities?
Wait, is Mildred’s book named “Futures?” Why did it only now occur to me its financial meaning?
