Growing Up

Jimmy walked into the living room dressed in brown corduroys, brown socks, and a brown plaid shirt. He carried his notebook under his arm and his hair was neatly combed, cowlick tamed and all. She was so proud she could sing. It had taken him 36 years to get to this point, but the important thing was that he had made it.

He stood there, grinning like a maniac. Estele wondered if Jimmy's newfound interest in his appearance had any thing to do with his new co-worker at the Opportunity Development Center, Jenny. She was about his age, adorable in her long blonde braids, and just as high functioning as he was.

"OK Mom. Let's go."

Estele closed the kitchen door behind them and followed him to the car.

"You look very nice Jimmy. Is something special happening today?"

"I have to train Jenny on my machine... and I want her to like me."

Oh boy, thought Estele, here we go.