Mom nodded as I spoke, and she had the same grim expression on her face as I probably had on mine.
"I know," my sister sighed, pulling her hand from mine. "That doesn't make this any easier."
"Does your experience help you with that class?" Mom asked.
Gwynne wrinkled her nose. "I doubt it," she said. "I mean, maybe I ask some better questions, but I have a tough time reading through all the books for that class. The theory is all over the place, too."
She went on to explain a lot about the class, the instructor, and some of what she had learned that might apply to our own experience. It was interesting and informative, but it was tough to look at her and not recall some of what we had done together while we had been "under that spell" as I had come to think of it. I wondered if she fel
