“People with Williams?”
It’s a good guess. Kath’s taken her to three conferences, two in Ontario and one in New York state. They always come back fired up about the panels. They met one woman who owned her own record store, another who worked as an early years educational assistant. I used to worry it would make Starr feel worse, having to measure herself against these extra-achievers and their resource-rich parents.
“Try again.”
Darren switches off whichever CSI he was watching.
“Something you love.”
“Franny Feathers?”
“Even better.”
“I need a hint.”
“Hello, McFly!”
Starr’s got her mouth open, and her hands are frantically fiddling with her skirt hem. She’s too stunned to speak.
“Michael J. Fox?” Darren is almost as excited as my daughter. “Teen Wolf?”
“No, but they’re showing
