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!”
