The Perfect Coordinates to Raise a Child
by Barbara A. Barnett
Stacie Mitchell moved as fast as her pregnant lady waddle would allow, determined to keep up with Geraldine and the woman's twelve-year-old daughter, Anne. Stacie had a not-so-sneaking suspicion that Geraldine was pushing her this hard on purpose. It would certainly be in keeping with the homeowner association's motto: no sacrifice is too great to see your child's potential fulfilled. Geraldine made a point of showing off her sacrifice, sporting a gaudily beaded eye patch over the eye she had given up to "make my little Anne here the best she can be."
Geraldine stopped in front of a Victorian-style home--creamy beige with trim of robin's egg blue. "This is where the Hendersons live. Charming, don't you think?"
"Latitude 39.872054," Anne said after a prodding look from her mother. "Longitude -75.003338."
Stacie punched Anne's coordinates into her phone, then waited for the mapping app to pull up the location. Result: the exact address at which they stood. The kid genius was right. Again.