“Are you working hard, Dexter, or hardly working?”
“Working hard, Mom. Mrs. Wolfberg likes to give out lots of homework.”
Mom reached to ruffle his hair. “That’s my smart boy. Dee Dee, hon,” she called, “keep an eye on your brother, I need to run to the store for some milk.”
“‘Kay Mom!” Dee Dee chorused from the living room, cranking up the volume on the TV until the funky beats of a Groove Train rerun filled the entire house.
Dexter waited for Mom to find her keys and shut the back door, then he pushed his fifth grade homework, complete and corrected for mistakes, to the back of the table with a scowl. “I couldn’t have planned it better myself. Of course I did have to finish that carton of milk, but with Mom out of the way and Dee Dee…” he glanced into the living room where his sister slid moonwalking across the carpet. “Hm.