I WALKED IN THE DOOR, EXHAUSTED after a long day of teaching fifth graders. I loved my job but all I wanted was a relaxing evening with my family.
“Hi, Mom,” my son, Chris, said. “Duke was here again.”
I set down my bag, an uneasy prickling at the back of my neck. “Who’s Duke?”
Chris was home alone for part of the day and was fairly dependable. There were concerns, though. He wasn’t your typical 25-year-old. Chris was born with Down syndrome. He doesn’t have the medical problems associated with Down but he has intellectual disabilities. He has a winning personality and a great sense of humor. He’s friendly, sometimes stubborn but always kindhearted. My husband, Lee, and I had warned him to be careful around strangers. I thought…