‘‘You’re very quiet,’’ Peter said as he watched his Mom read the results of his DNA analysis.
‘‘I think you’d better read this,’’ She said softly, passing the papers to him.
‘‘It says that I’m part Irish, and part Italian, with a smaller percentage match with Greece and Scotland,’’ Peter replied. ‘‘That sounds good; there’s nothing strange there. I almost wish there was something different about it.’’
‘‘You haven’t read it properly.’’ His Mom reached out and took his hand. ‘‘Look at the top line.’’
Peter looked again and was silent for a few moments. ‘‘They got my age right, but they say I’m a girl. They must have got that wrong.’’
‘‘I’m sure there must be some mistake there,’’ Mom >replied. ‘‘I’ll call the school in the morning and get them to check your test again.’’