both looked skeptical. Mommy tried not to have too
 
 much of a reacti
 
 on when she saw him, but the sight of
 
 his swollen cheek widened her eyes anyway. "Hi," he said and they nodded. speechless. "What did you tell them?" he asked as we
 
 walked away.
 
 "Exactly what you told me,"
 
 "They look like they don't believe it."
 
 I stopped.
 
 "Who would?" I asked and he laughed. We went to the office and began to review his
 
 social studies material first. We worked the same time
 
 all the remainder of the week, then we expanded our
 
 study hours as the final exam dates approached.
 
 Daddy was worried I was spending too much time
 
 helping Harley and not enough on my own work. but I
 
 assured him I wasn't.
 
 What I discovered was if Harley really did
 
 concentrate on something, he could gasp it rather
 
 quickly. In the beginning Daddy looked in on us
 
 occasionally. Whenever he did. Harley glanced at me
 
 with that sardonic smirk on his face. I ignored it until
 
 Mrs. Geary started appearing, ostensibly to clean
 
 something or find something.
 
 "A little paranoia floating through this house?"
 
 Harley asked.
 
 I couldn't think of any excuses so I just ignored
 
 his remark. But for the last two days before finals. I
 
 decided we would study in my room. There. I closed
 
 the door.
 
 When we were little, growing up together.
 
 Harley was in my room from time to time, but over