The Boy Who Couldn't Stop Giggling

Previously

…A slow grin spread across Andrew’s face, a grin that felt different from his usual giggles, a grin of dawning understanding and nascent purpose. The shame of the previous night began to recede, replaced by a spark of excitement. The idea of channeling his uncontrollable mirth, of turning his perceived flaw into something positive, felt like finding a secret key to a door he hadn’t even known existed. He looked at Mrs. Gable, his eyes shining with a mixture of gratitude and a thrilling sense of possibility. The river of his laughter, he realized, might just be a path to something wonderful.