Chapter Six
“Was that a yawn, young sir?”
“I’m afraid it was, ma’am. I think that wine is finally catching up to me.”
“And I think growing boys need their rest, especially those still somehow convalescing from a crippling car crash twenty long months go.”
To this Karl had no reply, except perhaps to point out that he was at least legally considered a man now. This he did not quite dare to do. Taking his bowed head for assent, Nurse Drake closed the open programs on the computer. She shut off the music and television and rose to take the handles of his wheelchair. As she rolled him toward the short hallway that led to the rest of the house Karl was still marveling over the accessibility: smooth floors all on one level, few doors, tons of clearance with a minimum of obstacles. Then they
