Son - Pg 160

   "Will you go to school soon?" she asked Bethan.
   "What be school?"
   She didn't know how to answer the child. And maybe, she realized, it wasn't important. Six letters; they made a name. What did it matter? She looked again at the word she had written then erased it with her own toes, stamped the sand firm, and tossed the stick into a pile of glistening kelp nearby.