If one had a label for him—oh, how society loves their labels for those whom they consider odd—it may have been autistic.  He wasn’t a Rain Man kind of autistic, but he was somewhere within the spectrum.  It didn’t really matter to their parents or Megan.  They all loved him.

And he always reciprocated in kind.

Sandy graduated from high school, only because the teachers didn’t know what to do with him.  It wasn’t that he was dumb.  He was far from it.  He could read, although limited himself to the Sunday funny pages and an occasional comic book.