From Daniel... The social worker walked into the living room, hearing Ms Kluge yell out for her to come in. She walked confidently into the room where she promptly froze. There sitting on a straight backed, wood slatted chair was Daniel. He looked like a great big Kewpie doll, dressed in a ruffled and laced frilled purple party dress.
Slowly, Mrs. Peachtree brought her hand up to cover her mouth. She stared wide eyed in disbelief at the chubby young girl trying not to squirm in her seat. "Daniel?" She asked hesitantly. "Is... is that... really you? OH my gosh! It is you, isn't it?"
Daniel looked up at her exclamation and tears began forming in his eyes. He parted his clasped hands and nervously tugged at the stiffly raised hem of his nylon skirting. He tried to push the stiff fabric down to cover hes chubby, dimpled knees, but the petticoats prevented it. As he struggled with both his emotions and his dress, Ms Kluge entered the room carrying a large suitcase and overnight bag. Placing the bags on the floor, she went over and greeted Ms Peachtree.