“Hi, Mayra, thank you for coming on such short notice,” Ellen told the woman, a tall Latina woman with her slightly graying hair tied in a bun, dressed in a blue blouse with a white lightweight knitted vest and tan shorts maybe 10 years her junior as she got out of the car. “Come on, baby boy,” Ellen encouraged James. “Say hi to Mayra. She’s going to be taking care of you today.”

Why can’t it stop? James screamed internally. He had almost somewhat in the tiniest fraction of a percentage gotten used to the annoying babying by Ellen, Nancy and Susan, thinking that was the extent of it, but now yet another face would see him in this state. James began to panic, more from anger than anything else.