*Grayson*
I meticulously calculate the sum of the numbers written on the paper resting on my desk. I clear my throat. "You have made a mistake on this one."
"What difference does it make?" The boy asks.
I bring my head up sharply and glare at Eddie as he stands in front of the window, staring out at only the Goddess knows what. Do the majority of those who reside in this household spend their time gazing out and wishing they were somewhere else?
"The difference, Eddie, is that one way is correct, and all the other ways are distressingly wrong." I tell him.
Eddie spins around, his black hair falling into his eyes. He brushes it back with obvious impatience. "I only need to understand how one and two work. One tie. Two gloves. Or one pair of gloves. Which is really two gloves. A pair of
