From "Charles Fairbanks the IV defers from college"

I was worried about being replaced by this eclectic character. In between my rigorous self-defense sessions and viticulture courses, I allowed my mind to linger upon the family dinners I’d shared at the Patterson table with a depth of affection I did not think myself capable of possessing. I thought about Cheston and the frayed paper cigar box where he kept his wooden checkers; dear Susan with her perennial attachment to animal shaped terracotta planters and reality T.V; and Eileen, Eileen with her off-brand dandruff, her everpresent optimism, her contagious grin. Eileen had a real family; a cluster of homo sapiens who cared about her general welfare and achievments, people who had at least a general sense of her whereabouts once school let out.