Chapter 10

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Seven-year-old Atticus had been going to speech therapy three times a week since the beginning of his second year in kindergarten. His therapist, Wendy, was a jovial woman not much bigger than he. Her demeanor remained, even as the work they did together didn’t seem to be doing any good. When Christmastime rolled around during his initial try at first grade, Wendy suggested he try singing. “Many people with a stutter find it goes away completely when singing,” she claimed.

“R-r-r-really?” Little Atticus liked the sound of that. His parents had started taking him to church that same year. His favorite part was when the choir sang. “Make a joyful noise!” their leader would often say. Atticus loved the choir director’s enthusiasm and wanted to do as she said.

“Yes, Atticus. Really,” Wendy said, putting her forehead to his.

Later in life, AC had come across reports from her to his parents, stating the supposed benefits of singing, and why it would allegedly work.