By spring semester Bob’s paper was written and had got an A++. However, many boys still wore the lilac skirt to school. That had taken on a life of its own. Bob could easily have quashed it but saw no point in doing it (and it was his mother's shop that sold them). Besides a couple of his teammates had decided that they liked wearing the skirt. And it WAS the school colors, if they wore it with a black shirt.

Larry had established himself firmly as the girls’ favorite. He dated several of them. Not at the same time though. Still, I was surprised when Sheila, a friend of Betty’s and a cheerleader rang the doorbell and asked for Lawrence (or did she say Laureen?) instead of Betty. Yes, Larry had a date with her but since he didn’t have a car she picked him up. I was even more surprised when they became a steady couple. Larry started coming home later because he stayed to watch his girlfriend practice. Girlfriend! Somehow I had never expected my “odd” son to have a girlfriend. And “an older woman” at that!
A new semester also meant new clothes for Larry. Apart from a third lilac skirt he also needed new tights for ballet class. I drove him to the dance shop. When we were waiting for the shop attendant to finish helping another customer I got an impish impulse.

- So, since you wear skirts now perhaps we should get you pink tights for ballet class.
- Mo-om don’t be silly. Boys don’t wear pink tights in ballet.

Then I saw his eyes catching sight of a rack of odd garments on sale and something lit up in my odd son’s eyes.

- LILAC tights is another matter.