"Sorry, Hal, I was home schooled by my mom and we didn't have a drama class." She moved to walk down the road towards the woods and the river, looking back at him and expecting him to keep up. "She was more concerned with making sure we could read and add two and two and keep us from pissing off the monkeys than in teaching us about plays."

Maybe if Riley had taken an interest in literature or poetry, her mother might have pushed her more that way, but Riley decidedly didn't give two squats about Blake or Shakespeare or Frost. Hal would probably have a coronary, if he could, over her utter lack of cares given.