JJ
Millie thought homeschooling meant pajamas, snacks, and no teachers. I let her believe that for almost twelve minutes.
By nine that morning, Benny’s kitchen table had disappeared beneath a laptop, two notebooks, enrollment forms, sharpened pencils, and information for one of the accredited online programs I’d spent half the morning comparing.
Millie climbed into the chair beside me wearing purple socks and one of Benny’s oversized T-shirts over leggings. She looked delighted.
“So I get to do school here?”
“For the rest of this school year, probably.”
“And I don’t have to wake up early?”
“You still have to wake up.”
“But not early.”
I glanced at the clock. “It’s nine fifteen.”
“Exactly.”
Across the table, Benny nodded like she had presented a flawless legal argument. “Kid make
