As an intentionally isolated individual who had spent the past sixty-two years avoiding the complicated emotional entanglements that seem to come standard with interpersonal relationships, I found that I was a lot more nervous than I wanted to admit. I guess the first time I really let the effect of my actions sink in was the day the girls arrived. As I stood stoically in my living room, waiting for Armageddon to rain down, I felt the life I had built to that point slowly slipping away. “Oh, lord, what have I done?” I asked my cat, Charlotte. Charlotte wound her body around my legs in a circle eight pattern as I looked out the window. What made me think I could take responsibility for three teenage girls? Was I crazy? Apparently. When Zak talked to me about helping him with the Zimmerman Academy, I’m afraid I let sixty-two years of loneliness burst forth in an orgasmic eruption of helpfulness. “Sure, I’d love to help you oversee development,”
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