ABSTRACT
The interviewer noticed a tremor in Scott’s hand as he motioned for her to sit on the living room couch. This home was in a fashionable part of town, and the well-appointed interior reflected that fact. But the comfort and safety of the place did not alter the air of vulnerability that Scott wore–like an unnoticed cloak thrown by a caring friend over his shoulders. He was content, but his was a contentment born of resignation. His almost naive openness made him seem like a child who had, through some aberration of nature, grown old.
