Chapter 38. Paul
Paul was a cute kid, well behaved and quiet. After 18 months, though, his quiet demeanor concerned his mom. Most kids gurgled, babbled, and made word sounds while Paul remained staunchly silent. It took several speech therapists and three doctors to convince her that he was simply a late bloomer. They insisted he was on his own timetable; there was nothing physically wrong with him. Two months before his third birthday, Paul proved them right. He walked into the kitchen, tugged his mother's skirt and said, “I find it quite interesting.”
She turned from the counter and stooped to his level. Between the blonde hair, the blue eyes, and the apron she looked to be a modern-day June Cleaver. “What did you say?”
“I find it quite interesting,” ...