Donald had lost a lot of weight.
His suit hung loosely on him, with deep dark circles under his eyes and a few days' worth of stubble on his jaw.
He looked exhausted, worn down, and older than she remembered.
When he saw Jasmine come out, he straightened up and seemed about to walk toward her, but then stopped in his tracks, as if waiting for her permission.
She looked at him for a long time, then said to Jasper, "Jasper, give me a minute."
She wheeled herself across the road and stopped right in front of Donald.
They looked at each other, neither of them speaking first.
After a long silence, Donald finally spoke, his voice rough, "You've lost weight."
"So have you," Jasmine said.
Another silence fell between them.
"Your leg... is it doing any better?" he asked, his eyes dropp
