Chapter 117: Madison

“Did that just happen?” I ask the room.

Everyone nods, wide-eyed.

“Miss Libby,” Miss Alba calls. “Come help me take the towels to your bathroom, please.”

Liberty gently passes the book back to Memphis before climbing down to shadow Miss Alba. I’m grateful for the distraction she offers so we may discuss the situation.

“That’s not normal.” Amy simply states what we all struggle to comprehend.

“Have you read that story to her before?” Delta asks Memphis.

When Memphis shakes her head, she looks to me. I also shake mine.

“Reading starts at about age five. For some, as early as four,” I recall from my education classes.

“Webb told me Libby read to him last night. I assumed she pointed to an ‘a’ or ‘I’, so I didn’t ask him for the details,” Delta shares.

“Read what?” My mind reels.