"His vocabulary," the high school counselor said, "is like a mountain."
The mother said she grew up on a farm, knowing words of Holsteins.
"I'm curious about your son," the counselor said. She sat there with her legs crossed. This counselor also taught drama. They did yoga.
"We're new," the woman said. "We've lived a lot of places."
The woman remembered once when her son was five, looking at a new place, riding in a van with the people of that place. Someone asked where they were living. "A hellhole," her son said. "Hellhole," he'd said again, repeating it all over.