"This is my younger sister, Sara," said Byron. "Sara, meet my teacher, Cilla Franklin."
Shifting the roses and plaque to free an arm, Cilla shook Sara’s hand. It felt soft as the petal of a flower in her grip.
"It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Franklin," said Sara.
"It’s a pleasure to meet you, too, Sara," said Cilla, staring at the girl. Byron hadn’t been kidding when he had promised a surprise. Cilla could not remember him ever mentioning a sister...and yet, as she searched Sara’s features, she could see that the family resemblance was unmistakable.
"Sara has been home schooled until now," said Byron, "but next year, she’ll be attending All Einstein High School. She’ll be a senior."
"I can’t wait to have you as a teacher," said Sara. "Byron’s told me so much about you. You’r
