Cassie loves to read. She’s a sucker for the dense novels, magic realism, with vocabulary to burn.

I also enjoy reading, though I’m not as voracious as she is. I think she has great taste in her selections, but I can’t keep up with that kind of pace.

Now I read just a bit ahead. Just enough to find some particularly esoteric word of her that will come up in a few pages. Then during our regular sessions, I instruct her on the precise effect reading that word in her book will have on her.

Cassie doesn’t get too far ahead of me now. And while I love her intelligence, taking all of that away so her only words left are mere moans has its own appeal.