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“This, I can do,” he said as he continued to look at the math book. Word problems, T-Boy is having trouble with word problems. It's simple reasoning. Once you learn that, the problems become easy.” Mansir set down the book.
Joelette nodded tightly. Though he wouldn’t claim to know her on any deep level, he knew that she’d believe it when she saw it and not a moment before.
“I'm going to turn in,” Joelette said softly.
Simple reasoning . That’s precisely what he needed. If he wrote down every little thing he remembered, then it would be a matter of deductive reasoning.
Mansir drummed his fingers on the math book and shook his head to clear his thoughts. Maybe he could find a way to make the problems relate to T-Boy's everyday world. That would take some planning.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Mansir sat up with a jolt. His head was still a little sore, but he felt stronger. He checked the clock radio on the bedside table, 6:15. Had he always been an early riser? He felt as if he had and it seemed his body and mind agreed. A smile crossed his face. He'd remembered something else about himself; a simple task, a routine from his past. His memory was returning, slowly, but returning.
Ozamae rushed into Mansir’s room . “I knew you were awake.”
“ What are you doing in there Ozamae? We’ve already talked about this.” Joelette called from the kitchen door.
“ Now we’re in trouble,” Mansir said as he picked up Ozamae.
The small boy rubbed the stubble on Mansir's face with his hands. “It's okay, she won't bite you even when she barks.”
“ You mean her bark is worse than her bite.” Mansir laughed.
“ Yeah, she doesn't bite. Hurry, breakfast is ready and MaeMae made Pain Perdu .” Plopping a kiss on Mansir's chin, Ozamae scurried away. “You can sit by me, okay?”
“ She’s making what?” His question falling on deaf ears.
MaeMae’s cooking tantalized his nose. “Do you make anything that doesn't smell wonderful and taste twice as good?”
Mansir joined them. In the center of the table sat a platter of golden brown bread emitting a warm vanilla-and-spice scent. MaeMae started the platter around, followed by soft churned butter. The boys filled their plates and smeared the butter on the warm bread. Mansir noticed Joelette took one piece and a slice of ham with a couple slices of cheese. He took a bite of his own bread and nearly groaned. “What is this? MaeMae, it tastes great.”
“ It's called Pain Perdu , which translates to lost bread. Some people call it French toast, but ours is made a little different. We add plenty of sugar, vanilla and nutmeg and fry the bread in butter. Pretty tasty, oui ?” MaeMae said with a large smile on her face. “Of course it’s rich, so we only have it as a special treat, don't you know?”
“ Well it’s worth every bite of richness.” He said turning to Joelette. “I plan to work in the field today, it’s been almost a week and I feel great. I think I’m ready.”
Joelette looked from him to MaeMae. “What do you think?”
MaeMae looked long and hard at Mansir . “If the man thinks he’s strong enough let him try.” Then she pointed a finger at him. “But have the good sense to stop if you get over heated or tired.”
“ Yes ma'am, whatever you say.” Mansir reached for a couple of slices of cheese and poured himself a large glass of milk. “Do you want me to eat this on the way?”
“ No, of course not. Just don't dally,” Joelette answered.
“ Me, m'lady? I don't know how to dally. I don’t even know what that word means.”
Joelette excused herself from the table to prepare them a lunch. Mansir watched as she filled a cooler with ice water and a basket with food. She turned and locked eyes with him. A frown wrinkled her for ehead.
“ I'll meet you in the tool shed. I need to get some tools for us. You boys help MaeMae today. Take advantage of your day off from school, T-Boy. After we get the undergrowth
“This, I can do,” he said as he continued to look at the math book. Word problems, T-Boy is having trouble with word problems. It's simple reasoning. Once you learn that, the problems become easy.” Mansir set down the book.
Joelette nodded tightly. Though he wouldn’t claim to know her on any deep level, he knew that she’d believe it when she saw it and not a moment before.
“I'm going to turn in,” Joelette said softly.
Simple reasoning . That’s precisely what he needed. If he wrote down every little thing he remembered, then it would be a matter of deductive reasoning.
Mansir drummed his fingers on the math book and shook his head to clear his thoughts. Maybe he could find a way to make the problems relate to T-Boy's everyday world. That would take some planning.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Mansir sat up with a jolt. His head was still a little sore, but he felt stronger. He checked the clock radio on the bedside table, 6:15. Had he always been an early riser? He felt as if he had and it seemed his body and mind agreed. A smile crossed his face. He'd remembered something else about himself; a simple task, a routine from his past. His memory was returning, slowly, but returning.
Ozamae rushed into Mansir’s room . “I knew you were awake.”
“ What are you doing in there Ozamae? We’ve already talked about this.” Joelette called from the kitchen door.
“ Now we’re in trouble,” Mansir said as he picked up Ozamae.
The small boy rubbed the stubble on Mansir's face with his hands. “It's okay, she won't bite you even when she barks.”
“ You mean her bark is worse than her bite.” Mansir laughed.
“ Yeah, she doesn't bite. Hurry, breakfast is ready and MaeMae made Pain Perdu .” Plopping a kiss on Mansir's chin, Ozamae scurried away. “You can sit by me, okay?”
“ She’s making what?” His question falling on deaf ears.
MaeMae’s cooking tantalized his nose. “Do you make anything that doesn't smell wonderful and taste twice as good?”
Mansir joined them. In the center of the table sat a platter of golden brown bread emitting a warm vanilla-and-spice scent. MaeMae started the platter around, followed by soft churned butter. The boys filled their plates and smeared the butter on the warm bread. Mansir noticed Joelette took one piece and a slice of ham with a couple slices of cheese. He took a bite of his own bread and nearly groaned. “What is this? MaeMae, it tastes great.”
“ It's called Pain Perdu , which translates to lost bread. Some people call it French toast, but ours is made a little different. We add plenty of sugar, vanilla and nutmeg and fry the bread in butter. Pretty tasty, oui ?” MaeMae said with a large smile on her face. “Of course it’s rich, so we only have it as a special treat, don't you know?”
“ Well it’s worth every bite of richness.” He said turning to Joelette. “I plan to work in the field today, it’s been almost a week and I feel great. I think I’m ready.”
Joelette looked from him to MaeMae. “What do you think?”
MaeMae looked long and hard at Mansir . “If the man thinks he’s strong enough let him try.” Then she pointed a finger at him. “But have the good sense to stop if you get over heated or tired.”
“ Yes ma'am, whatever you say.” Mansir reached for a couple of slices of cheese and poured himself a large glass of milk. “Do you want me to eat this on the way?”
“ No, of course not. Just don't dally,” Joelette answered.
“ Me, m'lady? I don't know how to dally. I don’t even know what that word means.”
Joelette excused herself from the table to prepare them a lunch. Mansir watched as she filled a cooler with ice water and a basket with food. She turned and locked eyes with him. A frown wrinkled her for ehead.
“ I'll meet you in the tool shed. I need to get some tools for us. You boys help MaeMae today. Take advantage of your day off from school, T-Boy. After we get the undergrowth
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