the evenings at Georgia’s, he’d witnessed Savanna model behavior through workable techniques by way of the agenda.
“It isn’t that simple,” Ms. Murphy stressed. “For example, Christopher will need assistance in switching tasks.”
Will turned to her. “Isn’t that your job?”
The woman flushed; Harry cleared his throat. “Penny has twenty-nine students in two grades, Will. Christopher takes up more time than one regular student. A smaller class would eliminate confusion for him.”
“Chris is a bright kid,” Will said stubbornly. Like my brother. “He’s quick to catch onto routine.” Sort of. “I’ve seen it at his grandmother’s house. He doesn’t need a special class.”
Harry sighed. “Fine, but he will require testing to qualify for an assistant in the fall.”
Tested. Like a guinea pig. Will could imagine what testing involved for a boy with Christopher’s condition. Hadn’t Will gone through similar rigors at six, ten, twelve, because the ratio of his age to his acumen didn’t match?
Harry checked the file folder in front of him. “You’re the boy’s guardian, right?”
Would perspectives change if he admitted, Biologically I’m his father? “Yeah,” he said, shifting uncomfortably on his chair. “Look, Harry. Give me a name and I’ll hire her to help Christopher. I don’t want him tested.”
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