Chapter Twenty-One
How strange it felt to be carried downstairs by two friends who had been teenagers a few years ago, and who were now old people.
“You don’t need to do this,” said Wilder. “I’m sure I can walk by myself now. I feel better.”
“It’s no trouble,” Tycho replied. He was holding Wilder under her armpits.
“Yes, we don’t want you to slip and hurt yourself,” said Stephie, who was holding Wilder’s knees.
“Besides,” added Tycho, “you’re as light as a cracker. You were always skinny, but you haven’t been eating properly lately, have you? That old habit is going to catch up with you one day.”
“Stop nagging,” said Wilder. “Can’t you see I have enough problems?”
Tycho chuckled. They’d reached the bottom of the stairs and the basement of Tycho and Stephie’s home. The old couple had
