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Jessie
“I’m telling you, I could take a day off and let you be the teacher.” Gina grinned, looking up from her notebook.
“You’re still the best teacher,” she assured me.
“Thank you. You’re too kind.” She giggled, then went back to the science lesson. We’d already had a science lesson that weekend, of course. I wondered what it would be like to homeschool a child. I guessed it would be like that, finding ways to bring science into everyday life, along with math and history and all the other subjects. It was an exhausting thought—home was home, work was work. I didn’t know how homeschooling parents did it.
Once I was confident my little pupil was all caught up—it didn’t take long, not that I expected it to—we sat down to a game of checkers.
“How long will I live here?” Gina asked at
