“Good thing your carer had that last-minute date, huh?” Ben pushed a wheelchair along a softly lit path, away from a graceful old building through pretty gardens. “And I got here just in time, considering what she was going to feed you compared to what I will.”
The man in the wheelchair grinned an awkward sideways grin, his eyes brimming with excitement.
Ben went off the path and carefully manoeuvred the chair across a perfect lawn, down a gentle slope to the shores of a large pond. At a bench, he parked the chair and locked the brake. “Care to join me for pizza, dude?”
He slid his arms under the man’s armpits and helped him upright, then together they covered the small distance to the bench. “Gonna sit you here, Michael, okay?”
It took a moment to steady Michael so he was corralled be
