'I got in trouble again today' Zooey said smugly as he finished rinsing the plate. He handed it to Franny. She wrapped the towel around it wiping it dry.
'Why?' She asked sighing. He was always getting in trouble at school. 'Correcting a teacher' he harrumphed. 'How do they expect us to learn anything when they're teaching incorrect information?'
'Does Mom know?' Franny asked. She still feared Bessie's disappointment when her children struggled to assimilate into society. 'You're still young' Zooey smiled arrogantly at his seven year old sister. 'Someday you'll realize how different we are. Fitting in doesn't matter.'