"Who's the author?"
"Edgar Rice Burroughs."
"And this one?"
"The Wizard of Oz."
"Who wrote it?"
"L. Frank Baum."
He threw the books to the floor. He stepped backward. His face was a mask of combined sorrow, disbelief, and rage.
"Edith." He spat the name as if it were acid on his tongue. "Edith, you can read!"
Mom sucked in her sobs. Her chalk-white cheeks were still streaked with rivulets of tears.