VIKTOR.
“Mummy!”
I watch as the little girl runs up to Rowan. There is a bright warm smile on Rowan’s face as she lifts the girl up into the air.
“Why are you out, Jhenelle? You are supposed to be in class,” she says to the girl.
“I finished my work first, so Mr. Tom let me out to play.”
“Rally, now? It looks like I have a little genius in my hands.”
“Genus? He called me that. What does it mean?”
“Genius. Say it with me, genius.”
“Geeenius.”
“Good girl.”
“What does it mean?”
“It means… someone that is very good at a skill or subject. Better than others.”
“Really? I am a genius?” the kid asks with wonder in her eyes and voice.
“Yes, baby. You are.”
“That is cool.”
“It is. Have you seen our new guest,” she says as she changes the subject. “His name is Louis.”
“Hello, Mr. Loui
