A Sweetbrook Family (You, Me & the Kids) by DeStefano Anna

Author:DeStefano, Anna [DeStefano, Anna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2012-07-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

“MOM, DID YOU EVER have trouble…” Becky glared at her math problems the next morning. The series of words and numbers she’d scribbled on her latest homework paper had been torturing her since she’d first tried to solve them an hour ago.

“Did I ever have trouble with what, sweetie?” Her mom sat beside her at the kitchen table, tuned into the Internet on her laptop. Her head came up in response to Becky’s question.

Another Kodak moment for the Loar family.

Becky tossed her pencil in the general direction of her math book. It bounced and tumbled to the floor. She slapped her hands on the table, flinching as her mother touched her shoulder.

“You mean did I ever have trouble finishing schoolwork?” Amy asked. “Even though I knew I was smart enough to do it?”

Becky blinked, then squinted in suspicion. She turned her mom’s laptop so she could see the screen.

CHADD: Children and Adults with Attention Deficit/Hyperactivity Disorder, the Web page header read.

“Learn anything handy?” Becky asked, masking her surprise with the sarcasm she knew her mom hated.

They’d been sitting there all morning, working side by side in Grandma Gwen’s ancient, spick-and-span kitchen, ever since her grandmother had left to work a half day Saturday at the bank. Her mom’s nose had been buried in the laptop the whole time. Not doing her office work, it turned out.

“I’ve learned a lot that jives with what Mr. Fletcher and Mrs. Cole said yesterday.” Her mom shifted her chair nearer and closed the laptop. “That a lot of ADD kids are incredibly bright, but they have difficulty handling certain kinds of schoolwork and classroom situations. What’s sometimes thought to be lack of effort or interest is often due to frustration and withdrawal, because a child can’t seem to get the information in her brain organized and down on paper.”

Becky’s eyes watered. Something tickled her nose. “You don’t know that’s me. You don’t know anything about it.”

“No, we don’t know anything for sure. That’s why the testing we talked about yesterday is so important.”

Talk, talk, talk.

She and her mom had talked more in the past two days than they had in the entire last year. They’d talked before going over to Principal White’s. They’d talked on the ride back. They’d talked until Becky had fallen asleep on the couch in the living room last night, and her mom had finally let her go to bed. They’d finally agreed over breakfast this morning to give it a rest, at least for a while.

Becky guessed their rest time was over.

“We can learn more about it once we get home,” she declared. “I don’t have to be in Sweetbrook to do that.”

“You have teachers and school officials who know you here, Becky.”

“You mean I have people like Grandma, who’ll put up with me so you don’t have to.”

The pain that flashed across her mom’s face made Becky feel like a brat. It had her blinking back more tears.

Who cared?

She straightened in her chair and shoved back the apology working itself free from her anger.

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