"Look what he's reading."
"He just turns the pages. It's a game. He's imitating the way he sees the older children read."
"He's reading," said the woman.
"Oh, you're here for a few hours and you know more about my children than I do, even though I teach them for hours every day?"
The woman did not argue. "What is his name?"
Mother didn't want to answer.
"John Paul," said John Paul.
Mother glared at him. So did Andrew.
"I want to take the test," he said.
"You're too young," said Andrew, in Polish.
"I turn six in three weeks," said John Paul. He spoke in Common. He wanted the woman to understand him.
The woman nodded. "I'm allowed to test him early," she said.
"Allowed, but not required," said Father, coming into the room. "What's he doing in here?"
"He said he was going into the other room to read," said Mother. "I thought he meant the other bedroom."
"I'm in the kitchen," said John Paul.
"He didn't disturb anything," said the woman.
"Too bad," said Father.
"I'd like to test him," the woman said.
"No," said Father.
"Somebody will just have to come back in three weeks and do it then," she said. "And disrupt your day one more time. Why not have done with it today?"
"He's already heard the answers," said Mother. "If he was sitting here listening."
"The test isn't like that," said the woman. "It's all right that he heard."
John Paul could see already that Father and Mother were both going to give in, so he didn't bother saying anything to try to influence them. He didn't want to use his ability to say the right words too often, or somebody would catch on, and it would stop working.
It took a few more minutes of conversation, but then John Paul was sitting on the couch beside the woman.
"I really was reading," said John Paul.
"I know," said the woman.
"How?" asked John Paul.
"Because you were turning the pages in a regular rhythm," she said. "You read very fast, don't you?"
John Paul nodded. "When it's interesting."
"And St. John Paul II is an interesting man?"