"Do you want to read the history chapter?" she asked presently, since I never do. (I often still get higher quiz scores than she.)
"Naw..." I said, glancing at the clock. "It'll take me twenty minutes and we haven't the time..." She looked at me, agape.
"It takes you twenty minutes to read this?" she gasped. "Sam, it's 35 pages!"
"Why?" I asked. I mean, I think I'm a bit slow, but..."How long does it take you?"
"At least an hour!" She shook her head at me. "So what do you get out of it?"
"Immediately - nothing. But after I sleep on it, it sorts itself out in my head and then it's there for me to call on." I explained.
She shook her head again. "Sam, why do you get the grades you do?" Don't know why she bothered to ask. She knows the answer as well as me.