![]() ![]() Most of the people in the waiting room have seen Matthew around town and wondered about him. I sat next to him with a straight face while the packed waiting room stifled laughter. To look at his face, you would think he was reading Paradise Lost. Earlier in the day, we had been to the dentist, where Matthew read The Care Bears Go to the Dentist while waiting for his turn. But he is crippled by social awkwardness that, try as we have, we can't train out of him. ![]() Matthew is autistic, and wants to be a regular guy in the worst way. "I want him to think I take care of bad guys." When I suggest that he remove the junior sheriff sticker from his t-shirt before he goes in, he refuses. "I want him to think I drove here by myself." "No," replies my 19-year-old son Matthew. "Do you want me to come in with you while you get your haircut?" Reid Short Story Contest 2007 (view all the winners) Critiques for Poems, Stories, and Essays.Wergle Flomp Humor Poetry Contest (no fee). ![]()
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