“I don’t do rummage.”

“The statistical probability of tardiness on my first day is 2.7%, Mom. I factored in your fidgeting.”

Georgie smiled. For the first time, he wasn’t the dumb Cooper. He was the one who could fix things. He made a mental note to charge Missy double for fixing her bike chain next time.

“She uses a Pilot G2 pen. I prefer a Uni-ball Vision Elite. We’ve agreed to disagree.”

“Suboptimal,” he admitted. “There’s a girl. Libby Harkness. She’s… she knows things.”

“That’s wonderful, honey.”

“They’re in high school and seventh grade, Mary. They can watch themselves for an hour.”