The moment he entered the living room he saw his mother's blonde hair. Her back was toward him and he increased his pace.
"Mom, you'll never guess..."
She turned around, revealing the phone in her hand. "Just a minute. I'm on hold with your Aunt Marie."
Disappointed, he sighed. "Oh… I'm sorry."
"It's all right." She replied. "Would you mind checking on your sister for me?"
"Sure, Mom."
With a sense of purpose he headed for Holly's room, anxious to tell anyone, even his baby sister about the incredible thing that had just happened to him.
When he reached the nursery he could see her playing with the mobile that hung above her crib. How anyone could find plastic versions of Snoopy and Woodstock
hanging from strings fascinating was beyond him. But like Holly, he was a baby once and maybe he had been fascinated by the same thing.
She was barely aware of his presence until he walked up and leaned into her crib."Hey Holly. I know you're not going to understand a word of what I'm saying but try,
okay? Trust me if you don't understand now, you will when you're older and I hope that you'll tell me about it when it does. Wanna know what it is?"
To his delight, Holly smiled and giggled, kicking her pajama footed feet. Dare he hope that she understood how happy he was? Once again, Flynn found that he couldn't
stop smiling. "Okay, I'll tell ya. I have a date! Can you believe it? Oh… You probably don't know what a date is, do you? Of course you don't. It means that I get to go to a
dance with Lindsay! You've never met her but she's really cool! She's in my math class and she actually likes me! She called me and asked me to go with her!"
When Holly began to fuss, he felt strangely disappointed that she wasn't sharing in his joy. And then he was brought back to reality by the sight of the bottle lying next to
her in the crib. He picked it up and put the nipple into her mouth. "Here you go, Holly."
Immediately she began to drink and he smiled watching her softly hold the bottle all by herself. He couldn't tell if his baby sister was happy for him or not, but he liked to
think that she was. And so he walked out of the room, hopeful that his mom was off the phone with Aunt Marie. He knew that once he got her to understand how much
this meant to him, that she would be happy for him.