He was still the same man mentally he had been before his peculiar malady gave him the body of a teenager. Aside from appearing like an adolescent, there was nothing wrong with him physically or mentally. He couldn’t understand how merely looking younger had made him so vulnerable to the travails of the world. He had a bank account and credit cards, so why couldn’t he use them? He had a valid driver’s license and a Suburban and suddenly he wasn’t allowed to drive! His job and his mistress had evaporated like the last snow of spring in the warm sun. Even his expensive suits had become hand-me-downs from Goodwill. Anita had become more of a mother to him than a wife.