Oliver was stading there waiting patiently for Mr.Perlman to come pick him up from the train station. He was starting to get ansty so he decided to sit down for a bit, but no later as his bottom touched the bench Mr.Perlman comes zooming down the street. 'Of course' Oliver thought sighing standing up. "Good morning Oliver! How are you doing?" Mr.Perlman greeted a little too happy junping out of his car. "I'm great. Thank You." Oliver said shaking his hand then letting Mr.Perlman take one of his bags and walk over to the car. As Mr.Perlman put the last suitcase into the trunk he told Oiver to get comfortable in the car. Oliver was comfortable but he couldn't really sit still because he was just so excited to begin. Mr.Perlman got in, started the car and took of to the town house. They had nice conversation the 20 minutes it took to get there. As they pulled into the gravel driveway Oliver could sense the atmosphere had changed from relaxed to stiffness and awarkdness. Mr.Perlman stopped the car halfway to the house and just looked at the steering wheel which is what his hands were still on. "Is everything okay Mr.Perlman?" Oliver asked a little worried. Mr. Perlman looked at Oliver with such an expression Oliver couldn't tell what he was getting at. He then unbuckled and turned in seat sideways, facing his whole body towards Oliver. He looked at his worried face and took a deep breath, and began the explaination of his son's condition.