in a long time.â
âHow long?â
âVery long.â
âWhat is her name?â
Janie sunk her teeth into her lower lip. âEleanor.â
âAnd . . . is Eleanor older than you?â
She swiveled to her left in her chair and pointed her knees toward the entrance to the classroom.
âJanie?â I swallowed. âIs Eleanor still alive?â
I could only see a sliver of Janieâs profile, but I witnessed the downward turn of her mouth, the pursing of her slender red eyebrows.
âOh . . . Iâm sorry,â I said in a voice a hair above a whisper, assuming the sibling to be deceased.
âI donât know if sheâs still alive,â said Janie, swallowing. âSheâd be an older woman now.â
I leaned forward in my chair. âIâm sorry; I think I might have heard you wrong. Did you just say that your sister would be an older woman?â
âProbably fifty-three or so.â
I drew a short breath and strove not to laugh. âFifty-three?â
âShe would haveââ Janie blinked and whipped her head my way with her mouth wide open, as though catching me in the act of eavesdropping on a private conversation. âMay I return to my desk now?â
âYes.â I froze, startled by her shift in character. âWeâre done with the examination. But, Janie, if youââ
The child shot off her chair and tore around the corner, back to the classroom.
    CHAPTER 6
I examined two more seven-year-olds that afternoon: a sullen boy with the mental age of four and the little brunette whom Iâd mistaken for Janie the day before. Not surprisingly, no one matched the mathematical acrobatics of Janie OâDaire.
âMost of the children I tested today seem to be operating within average IQ ranges,â I said to Miss Simpkin when we conferred at her desk after the children went home. âThe pupil Iâm most concerned about is Dale Gage. His IQ is fifty, which is more typical of a child of four, not seven.â
Miss Simpkin tutted over poor Dale, and we discussed the need for him to be placed on the list of students who would benefit from a class or school designed for subnormal children in the region. Unlike the previous afternoon, Miss Simpkin did not pull a cigarette out of her desk drawer, but she chewed on the end of a pencil as though hungering for a smoke. I discussed the color-blind boy and the girl with a lisp, both of whom demonstrated average mental abilities for their ages and grades, despite their particular impediments. Flames sputtered in the stove next to the desk, and a freshafternoon rainstorm jackhammered the roof and tossed about the pine branches outside the window.
âAnd what about Janie?â asked Miss Simpkin. She bit down on the pencil with a discernible crunch .
âAh, yes, Janie.â I ran my index finger across the line on my records containing Janieâs responses, quite certain that Miss Simpkin saw straight through my attempt to pretend I didnât immediately remember her nieceâs results. âI have to askââI glanced up at herââwho is Mr. Rook?â
She drew the pencil out of her mouth. âMr. Rook?â
âYes. Janie, as you probably know, demonstrated an astounding knack for mathematics. When I asked where she learned such impressive skills, she said a Mr. Rook had been the teacher who helped her discover her talent for numbers.â
Miss Simpkin shuddered. âThat, Miss Lind, is a prime example of Janieâs disquieting behavior. I am the only person who has ever been Janieâs schoolteacher.â
âHow interesting . . .â I crossed my legs. âJanie described the man as having a cleft chin and a distinctive pocket watch. Is there anyone she knows who meets those descriptions?â
âNo one I can think of. There is no Mr. Rook in Gordon Bay. Even the name alone gives me the willies.
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