TITLE: From the Fury of the Norse
GENRE: Young adult fiction
“Lice,” Mom sniffed, drumming her manicured fingernails on our polished mahogany table. “I refuse to send Eva to a school that's infested with lice. And their academic reputation doesn't impress me, anyway.”
I wasn't about to argue with her. I didn't want to pick lice out of my hair, either. Nasty. When I heard we were moving to the eastern coast of England, I pictured more elegance. More Jane Austen and Buckingham Palace and fewer bugs laying eggs in my hair.
“Where else do you expect her to study?” Dad asked. He tried to look concerned, but all three of us knew he was faking. Especially since he hadn't put his newspaper down yet. Dad's work for a defense contractor had taken us to many exotic locations. Exotic was blasé for Dad and terrifying for Mom, even after twenty years of marriage. In Russia Mom agonized over the mafia. In Kenya she obsessed over malaria. In South Africa she bit her fingernails over car-jackers. Even in Washington, D.C., where I was born, she worried about inner-city gangs. If Dad didn't get worked up about those, a little British head lice wasn't going to phase him.
As long as he's not the one with bugs crawling through his scalp, I muttered to myself, rocking back on the legs of my heavy, upholstered chair.
“We're not sending her to an American expatriate school. Out of the question,” he reminded us. “And St. Luke's was the last private school in the area."