Dan kept trying with the conversation.
“How’s algebra treating you both?”
Sam rolled her eyes with the theatrical commitment that only teenagers achieve. “Dad. Nobody likes algebra. And nobody talks about algebra at the dinner table.”
Lizie’s voice came out soft. “I like it. I like patterns.”
Sam smirked. “Yeah, you’re the only one in our class.”
Dan chuckled. “I could’ve used you during tax season, Lizie. Sam nearly cost us our refund.”
“Dad!”
The laughter around the table was small, but it was real. Lizie sat a little differently after that. Not relaxed, not yet, but slightly less braced.
After Dinner, Sam Handed Her a Banana and Said It Was a House Rule — and the Look on That Girl’s Face Was Something I Couldn’t Stop Thinking About
Lizie stood after dinner with the posture of someone who has learned to leave quickly, before she can become an imposition.
