Not long after beginning our lessons, Mrs. H. had noted a peculiarity about me. While Anna was quick to learn her letters and put them together as sounds, spelling out her name and mine, I was not. One evening, wishing to hear the story of Moses leading the Children of Israel through the Red Sea, I had asked Mrs. H. if she would read it to us. She did so with excellent cheer, pointing to each word as she spoke it. Not long into our reading, she was suddenly called away, and had handed me the Good Book to continue…