After dinner, Barry’s folks wanted a rehash of his first day at his new school.
He just wasn’t ready and told them;
“I’ve got some homework to finish. How about I leave my report until Saturday?”
His parents exchanged glances, totally unaccustomed to this self possessed son, and let him go.
In his room, Barry looked out the window and compared this first day to the Nobarry first days.
The dichotomy was striking, as if he were two different people.
He let the horrid memories of his past drip for a few seconds, then shut them off, flushed them out of his system.
He was Cool Barry, no one else.