Chapter 11

“Well, that’s a turn up for the books,” Robert said as he got up from the table and moved to bring Milo’s chair over. Milo heaved himself in, relieved to find that his technique was improving, and he managed not to flail like a fish in front of Robert.

“Indeed,” he said as he wheeled after Robert. Robert had removed all the carpets from the main rooms on the ground floor, had the floors waxed, and it had transformed Milo’s life. He could wheel himself easily from room to room. He had found places in his house he never knew existed. Robert was working on some project on the ground floor and he had been banned from seeing it. They sat outside until the sun began to fade, not really saying much. Milo read, Robert sketched. He was an extremely good artist, and Milo made a mental note to arrange for one of the rooms to be turned into a studio for him.

“You’re tired,” Robert said after a while. “I think this heat is wearing us all out. You should go to bed.”