“I’ll flunk.”
Malinda sighed. Her brother needed an inordinate amount of putting up with.
“You’ll be fine,” she forced calmness into her voice. In part because she felt bad for him — Jerrod had always been too sensitive and too-tightly wound — and in part because she did not wish to then have even more of his perceived wounding to bandage.
“I’ve flunked it before.”
He had. Three times.
“You were younger and you were less experienced,” Malinda soothed. “Here, have some tea. It’ll calm your nerves.”
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