Leonard didn't object. He squatted down with his broad back towards me. "You can't get a wheelchair at this hour. I'll carry you there."
Both Aunt Nancy and I were stunned.
He said to her, "Queena's not doing too well. You should give her a hand."
"Oh, uh, right."
Aunt Nancy was pulled out of her reverie and helped me onto Leonard's back.
He carried me all the way to the elevator.
Aunt Nancy pressed the button for the elevator. Amidst the silence, I could hear the sound of the elevator travelling.
"I'm sorry about this, Mr. Nell." Aunt Nancy broke the silence and smiled awkwardly. "Sorry that you have to go to all this trouble for Queena."
She was using this to draw a clear line between Leonard and me.
I felt a little like laughing. It seemed that she still didn't fully buy our st
