â now, now. hold your horses. â he waves a hand, goes back to peering over her shoulder at the homework that seems to be causing gabby problems. â way back in the day i took high school math, too. canât be any different than it was then.â he stares down at the equation in question again, tilts his head. oh. nope. thatâs something new. new and incredibly complicated looking. instead, he reaches for the door as nonchalantly as he can, tries not to give away the fact he has no clue what heâs looking at. â three heads are better than one, i say we have your mother give it a once over, see if she gets the same answer i was thinkinâ. â
âback in the middle ages, you mean?â she says with a laugh. eyes watch her father peer at the problem sheâs been stuck on for a while now. âwhose dumb idea was it for me to take calculus this year? i should have taken statistics or business math instead. wouldâve been a heck of a lot easier.â she rolls her eyes at his final comment. âiâm sure thatâs why youâre going to get her. you know what? just forget it. itâs the only problem i havenât answered yet. iâll just leave it blank and miss out on the points for it because i am tired of this homework.â