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paper emerged from the slot on the side of the box. Kenneth grabbed the piece of paper and read aloud, “Both!” Rachel chuckled. The Smithsons weren’t going to like that one. She sipped her cocktail and decided to watch another Q&A session while the chicken roasted. An obviously skeptical Jimmy Pfeiffer sidled up to the Speak Here window and asked, “How far is it from the Earth to Saturn?” The slip of paper appeared instantly. “Exactly 2,414 quadrants.” Jimmy Pfeiffer didn’t know what a quadrant was, but that response sounded pretty good to him. The answers came so quickly that Harry must have concocted them ahead of time, Rachel realized, probably in his room alone at night. She finished her drink and went back upstairs. While she cooked, she heard two of the boys leave. When the chicken skin was crisp and the meat still moist, she called the girls to dinner and slipped downstairs to summon her son. Timothy, all dark freckles and deep frown, was struggling through a question at the Speak Here window. “I think my mom really hates me,” he confessed. “What should I do?” An answer slip emerged, but not as quickly as the others had. Timothy’s frown cleared as he read it. Rachel called Harry to dinner. As the boys stomped upstairs, Rachel


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