—“The Legend of Sleepy Hollow” While waiting for Ben at our next tutoring session, I was practically vibrating with energy. Things were going so well with Caspian, and Mom and Dad were being cool too. And if sometimes, late at night in bed, I questioned whether or not I truly was insane, I told myself that it didn’t matter. I was too happy to care. Ben came in and sat down, but I noticed right away that he was acting fidgety. “Ben?” I said. “What’s up? You look worried.” He glanced at the table. “I just, uh, didn’t want things to be awkward… after the other night.” “I am so sorry about that. My mom—” “No, not that. Your mom was fine. I meant me. Us. Me leaving. I’m sorry.” I’d already forgotten about that. “No big. We’re cool.” “Are you sure?” “Yup. Now let’s get started.” “Okay. Do you have a highlighter? We’re going to need one for this next section.” “Let me check the junk drawer,” I said. “I think there’s one in there.”
