two-hundred sixty-five. [No-one ever thinks of what becomes of child prodigies.]
In retrospect, Linda-Lee realises that she exhausted her entire lifetime’s worth of genius in the first ten years of her existence. Older now, she’d like to forget the years when she was something of a child-prodigy, reading college textbooks in elementary school. Of course, that’s all everyone else remembers, even though she’d distance herself from her past, if she could. Today her thirst for knowledge has long since been satisfied. She is content to daydream through her classes and is surprised to still be rewarded with As. [She’s not sure how to tell them she’s not planning on going to university.)