by needing a wheelchair. I know that doesn’t mean the same thing will happen to you.
“THANKS.”
“But it made me think.”
“Clearly.”
He nodded.
“Then you told me about the yellow kitchen.”
“And overnight, you became an entrepreneur?”
“In my imagination, I’ve always been an entrepreneur. Reality has been less cooperative.”
I looked towards the corridor.
“Wendell, why?”
He wasn’t pretending not to understand.
“Why all this?”
He let himself fall into the rocking chair.
For a man with shoulders as broad as Wendell’s, he looked strangely vulnerable sitting there.
“I was going to ask you for something at Christmas.”
My heart raced once.
“What?”
He studied the soil.
“Not what you think.”
“You don’t know what I’m thinking.”
“I’ve been married before. I know that expression.”
I crossed my arms again,
