I looked at the food on the table and then at the two girls and did the math for the second time that evening: less chicken, more rice, split differently. Nobody would notice.
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!”
