Stacy had told me that as a realtor her mother had flexible hours, so she was often home when Stacy got home from school.
“She’s working, huh?” I asked, glancing back into the kitchen as I spread my books across the dining room table.
“She’s always working.” Stacy sounded more proud than resentful. She flipped open her geometry textbook and turned to me. “Now let’s get started. Kurt’ll be home around six and that’s when we eat dinner.”
Kurt was Stacy’s stepdad. She’d told me that her mom and Kurt had gotten married just over a year ago and while her mom acted like he was the greatest, Stacy saw it differently.
“Okay, so let’s start here.” Stacy tapped the textbook. “See if you can answer that first problem.”
I dutifully looked down at the page before me, which wasn’t easy. Because if
