This is the first morning when five out of the six of us leave the house. Before today, the only ones exiting have been Levi, who rushes off to work when it’s still dark out, and then me, who waits for legitimate daytime.
Usually, the Dials sleep in. They’ve had nowhere to go.
But things change. Chloe and Lark leaves at seven thirty because Eve enrolled them in school. Since it was the first day, Eve accompanies them .
(I have no idea what your educational system is like, my son. Pretty good, probably, seeing as how you’re the Dalai Lama and all, but in this part of the world, it’s hit or miss. Some schools are terrific. Some are laughable.)
You have private tutors, I’d guess, which is a version of what Chloe and Lark have had up until now. In Brazil, Eve and Mason homeschooled the girls, and the two of them did most of the teaching. That’s not common here, at least not in big cities. In the States, people who home school live in rural areas without many choices, or else they’re religious fundamentalists who don’t want their kids exposed to the heathen ways of the rest of our kids. (I don’t mean you, Your Holiness. You’re the farthest thing from a heathen.)
Jill Riddell is a writer in Chicago. She teaches at the School of the Art Institute and has a weakness for nature, magic, and pennies abandoned in sidewalk cracks.