For 17-year-old Jaime Simonds, numbers can do strange things.
Most of the time, she loves them.
In her mind, they fall into place like a handshake in ways most of us meager-brained people don’t understand.
Other times, numbers are as sharp as kitchen knives, and no matter how hard she adds or subtracts, there’s not enough in the checkbook to pay for medicines, milk and the light bill.
And on some days, like yesterday, nothing at all makes sense.