"That's good," Lester sighed. "He can't learn much from that."
"We're both far too edgy about Freddie, dear," Ginny said. "After all, he really hasn't shown any signs of dominating—not really since the beginning."
"I know," Lester said, "but what about this?" He held up the offending class paper. "I still think this tendency to get 'excellents' is dangerous."
"I know, dear," Ginny said, "but the doctors all said he was perfectly normal for a child of his intelligence." She patted his shoulder consolingly. "He's just bright, that's all, and we mustn't worry about it so much."
Lester nodded wearily. "I suppose not," he said. With a sigh, he dropped the paper to the floor.
Outside, in the dark and distant heavens, ever so faintly, the sigh was echoed in duplicate.