Naomi Kenway was Ian's mother, so Mr. Holloway just gave a nod of acknowledgment. He then found a math test and handed it to Ian, saying, "Here, you can work on this for fun."
Ian Shaw pouted, seeming displeased. "I know how to do problems," he said. "I can do them really well."
Mr. Holloway chuckled and turned to Naomi Kenway. "Your son is so lively and cute. A clever little rascal, wise beyond his years!"
Naomi Kenway smiled as well.
Mr. Holloway left for the restroom partway through, so Naomi Kenway remained in the classroom, watching the children work. They never whispered or passed notes; every child's face was a picture of intense concentration.
As Naomi Kenway passed Ian Shaw's desk, she saw him scribbling furiously. She paused, because Ian was writing incredibly fast. His movements were so smooth and effortless that it was hard to believe he had any time to think.
Three minutes into the short quiz, Ian Shaw had already answered all the questions.
