The Setup The house on south Putnam road was nothing to sneeze at. It was tall and decorated with long cathedral type windows. Part brick, part marble-like siding. It sat nestled within a cul-de-sac, in a housing community that had inhabited this quiet suburb for many decades. Home to many generations. It was precisely in this housing community; on this cul-de-sac; and on the front porch of this house on south Putnam road that a medium built boy stood. He took the folded newspaper hed brought with him, tucked under his arm, and refolded it to the CLASSIFIEDS. There he rechecked the small ad hed circled in red pen ink: WANTED BABYSITTER. He reached his pale, freckled hand out and pushed the tiny oblong button. After-which he heard the feint echo of chimes sound through out the inside of the house. As he waiting for what seemed like eternity, he refolded the paper and tucked it back under his arm. He curiously turned, scanning this unfamiliar neighborhood. Just then, the door opened. You must be Mr. Martin. The young man quickly pivoted on hearing the door open and the ever-so-humble greeting of a womans voice. Travis, he said. My husband spoke with you on the phone, would you come on in please? she said. Travis followed his feminine escort further into the interior of the house. He couldnt help but notice the high vaulted ceilings, something hed not expected just from being outside. He strolled deeper into the living area where saw a large screened television. It seemed to be state-of-the-art, flat-screened, and underneath were a myriad of DVD/VCR players; Blu-ray devices and every sort of gaming system. Along the walls were various framed photos of what Travis suspected was family. He turned to see the elegant woman again. You have a lovely home here, Mrs. Call me Nancy, she answered. Why dont you take your jacket off and make yourself comfortable? She walked over to one side of the living room to a serving nook. Would you like something to drink? Travis slowly slid out of his jacket and draped it over the edge of the overstuffed couch. His newspaper he placed on the adjacent end-table. He lowered himself onto the plush couch and sat. He sat sort of upright, not fully relaxed. Sure Id love a soda or anything you have. Nancy disappeared into the nook and within seconds came back with a can of Coke in one hand; and in the other a thin glass of ice. Jack should be back any minute. He went to pick Bobby up from school. Travis leaned forward to receive the glass of ice and the Coke. He placed the glass on the coffee table in front of him and opened his Coke with a hiss. Just then he heard the front door open. And older gentleman appeared in the foyer. He was medium height and built well for his older age. He removed his hat which revealed a slight thinning of his gray hair. And then he shed his leather jacket and placed both on a hook in the foyer. He stumbled lightly into the living area and plunged into a recliner next to the couch. Travis also heard another person come in, but as soon as he heard the person, he also heard the thudding of someone marching up the stairs. Thats Bobby, said the man. Hell be down in a little bit. Travis nodded, not quite sure what he was agreeing with. He continued sitting quietly sipping his Coke. Nancy moved into the living area and sat on the opposite end of the couch that Travis was on. She looked at Jack and then back to Travis. So you graduated from college? Jack said. Travis scanned Jack and Nancys faces. He placed his glass on the coaster, then leaned back. I just finished up in business-education. Now Im out looking for a job. But with the economy the way it is I need to find different kind of work to begin paying off student loans. And you saw our ad ? Travis picked up the folded newspaper. He opened it to the circled ad. I know it may sound odd, but Im really needing money. Jack leaned forward in his recliner. He steepled his hands under his chin. Nancy reached out and touched Travis on the shoulder. Jacks just concerned. Weve had many interviews and even tried some potentials out, but no luck. What we need is someone who can watch Bobby while were gone. Travis continued looking at these worried parents. You see, Jack continued. Our job requires us to travel a lot, going on long retreats and conferences. So that means Bobby is home by himself. And he has special needs. Oh said Travis. Im sure whatever it is, I can handle it. Ive got experience in nursing homes and working with kids with special needs before. Jack looked at Nancy, then back to Travis. Maybe you should meet Bobby now. BOBBY! yelled Jack. Nancy went to the foot of the stairs, Bobby, come down here. We have someone we want you to meet. Travis heard the familiar thud of heavy feet coming down the stairs. Then Travis stood up to greet the boy who sauntered into the room. Bobby stood a bit shorter than Travis, not quite coming to his eyes. His hair was disheveled like a young kid whod just been playing outside. Unkempt and uncombed. He wore loose fitted t-shirt and long pants. He looked at his parents and Travis with aloofness. Bobby, this is Travis. Hes going to be watching you when were away, said Nancy, looking at Travis. You do want the job, right? Travis reached out to shake Bobbys hand. I just turned eighteen said Bobby as he grabbed Travis hand, shaking it. After some time of conversation, Travis got up ready to leave. Nancy and Jack ushered him to the front door, his coat draped over his arm and paper held in hand. So youll be here in a couple of weeks, right? questioned Nancy. She looked at Jack after she asked the question. Travis slid his jacket on and tucked his folded paper back under his arm. He looked at Bobby still sitting on the couch. Sure. Ill be here. And he walked out with Nancy closing the door behind him.