When Tiffy Cox told Miz Bennett her hair was snakes, Miz Bennett just stared at her.
"They're called dreadlocks, hun," the teacher said, casting Miz Bennett a haha-isn't-this-girl-dumb look over Tiffy's head. Tiffy got that look a lot, even though she was in the advanced class.
Miz Bennett kept staring at Tiffy. One of the snakes on her head slid down and put its head next to her ear, whispering. Miz Bennett blinked.
"Yeah," she said, and reached out an arm to press her nephew to her side. "Tiffy, what are you doing after school tomorrow?"
"Um." Tiffy shrugged. "There's the babysitter."
"Want to ask your mama if you can come play with Daevon?"
"Um. Okay." Tiffy didn't play with Daevon much, but she liked him. He was smart too, but quiet-smart, not question-smart. That meant he didn't get the dumb-person smile like Tiffy, even though Miz Bennett did.
"Great." Miz Bennett smiled and pushed Daevon gently into the classroom. He glanced at Tiffy, didn't say anything, and sat d